I have had acute bronchial pneumonia for many days. Since the beginning of December, actually.
I feel terrible.
The girls downstairs kept me up all night long hooting and hollering and forced me out of bed at 4:30 in the morning to yell at them so that I could get some sleep. It didn't help much, only served to get me all angry.
I hope that I am well by Christmas.
Things are quiet and snow covered.
I received a Christmas card from the ex-wife in the mail today. I have no comment or witty reply for this. In fact, I have no reply at all.
I need to finish my Christmas shopping this week.
There are stories to tell, but not tonight, not tonight.
Goodnight dear diary