No work for Margot today. I awoke at 0700h with a wicked migraine. As today was forecast to be snowy I figure it was the weather trigger that got me this time.
It could have been worse. To quote an old Canadian comedy routine, “When I regained consciousness…” and my head-ache was gone it was snowing heavily and my family was just as glad they did not need to retrieve me from work at 1800h.
As I began to feel human and take an interest in the goings on around me I found myself nicely adrift in a tide of Christmas. The tree lights were on and Bronwyn was baking the orange fruitcake that delight my husband. I began some more wrapping and sipped some coffee and nibbled a cinnamon scone. If it weren’t for Reg’s cold, it would have been an ideal day. It was still pretty darned close!
