Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Break Notes

  • I seem to have inherited my mother’s gene for getting sick over Christmas. I used to think that in her case it was brought on by the stress of the season and having children — later grandchildren — around the house. (As a recovering teacher, I know for a fact that children are basically petri dishes with feet.) I awoke Christmas morning with a tickle in my throat that by noon had blown up into a full-tilt head-stuffing Kleenex-honking cold. Thanks to the Publix versions of Day-Quil gelcaps and Ny-Quil plus the application of aspirin and zinc I’m not completely intolerable; well enough to go in for the half-day of work that I promised. But it sucks to have a cold when you’re on break; on the one hand, you can feel miserable and not have to get dressed, but on the other hand, what’s the use of having free time when you’re sick?
  • My boss gave me two pounds of Dunkin’ Donuts original grind coffee for Christmas. Oh. My. God. Where has this stuff been all my life?
  • Ah, the art of the thank-you note. What to say, how to say it, and not forget anyone.
  • In the thirty-six years it was on the air, I don’t think I sat through an entire Monday Night Football game on ABC. I’d catch bits and pieces of it, but even when teams were playing that I cared about it was either on too late or I couldn’t stand the play-by-play announcers. That goes in the same file as The Dukes of Hazzard and Dynasty as another cultural icon of TV that I never watched.