Only a few hours left of 2010.
We are sitting in the house with three boys sleeping on couches, enduring and recovering from a stomach virus. Two are my nephews who flew up a few days ago from California. The only thing they wanted for Christmas was to come up to see us. And snowboard.
Poor guys. Little Bear had it first, then Jackie Boy got it yesterday. It is running its course. We went to see Gulliver's Travels and had to stop by a gas station convenience store on the way home. The clerk was nice—gave us a huge packet of napkins and three big gulp size cups. Then we had to pull over once on the way home. The car survived the trip unscathed. This makes me very happy.
We watched the lake begin to freeze this morning and took down the tree. I was going to write something poignant here about the last day of the year and looking forward, but my stomach is not feeling so good. I am going to bed instead and hoping that your New Year's eve is healthier than ours.