I got back home from San Diego last night. I had a miserable flight because of the tail end of a cold. I coughed, snuffled, and sneezed my way through the flight.
I didn’t get to enjoy the nice weather in San Diego because of the cold. I didn’t do much while I was home beyond sit on the couch, read, and blow my nose.
My Christmas was pretty low key. Probably becuase the exiciting members of the family were elsewhere. It was just my parents, my grandfather, and myself. We didn’t open presents until nearly noon. We had a nice dinner of turkey and stuffing.