Holiday hibernation

Howdy, Internet. I hope all had a nice Christmas. Well, hang on—I hope most had a nice Christmas. There are some people involved in and responsible for the incoming governmental hellscape that frankly should have had a miserable time, just karmically.

Anyway, mine was OK; I'd done my celebrating the week before with friends, so Christmas day proper was just me cooking holiday food and watching bad Christmas movies and also, as a palate cleanser, the Hawkeye series, which is really good and all takes place during Christmastime.

But I also started to feel under the weather that evening, with a sore throat coming on, which history has shown is the first stage of at least a cold of not something more. Yesterday and today have been basically sick days; holed up with soup and lozenges and sleep and comic books. The cats are rather antsy, they've got a lot more energy than I do right now and I've not given them proper play time.

Anyway, I'm popping throat drops and full of snot and generally foggy in the head in a not-the-usual-depressive-way-but-in-a-crap-in-my-sinuses way, biding some of my awake time playing OOTP computer baseball and managing the 2021 Mariners to a 94-loss season, which wasn't supposed to happen. I'll have to rebuild a little for AU-2022.

This cold/whatever needs to run its course in a few days' time, as I'm scheduled to start umpiring again next week, and winter league is not going to do a cold any favors. It's kind of brutal, winter league, but I know only the die-hards tend to sign up for it and they're generally people I've come to know a little and it's generally the case that they don't give me any real problems, so it can be fun despite the cold/rain/snow/sleet/etc. we end up playing in.