I ordered our Christmas and holiday cards this morning. I don’t want to send a “holiday” card to my parents and brother (they’d actually be offended if I did, I think), and obviously sending a Christmas card to H’s Jewish and atheist relations is a non-starter, and definitely rude, so I always do two cards. If you’re on the Christmas list and would rather be on the holiday list, or vice versa, let me know. I plan to send out 43 cards this year, and if past performance is any guide, I’ll get fewer than half that number in return. It doesn’t bother me, though, to not receive cards back. I do enjoy the ones I do get, and I like the decorate our mantel with them. I received the first card of the season almost a week ago, from a friend that is probably the most on top of things and organized of all my friends. She puts me to shame, and it was no surprise to receive her card first.
After a ridiculously healthy fall, H and I have finally gotten sick. He got sick while he was in New Mexico on business, and I got sick at the same time, neither situation ideal, obviously. Fortunately, I didn’t start feeling truly lousy until yesterday, after his return. I spent most of the day lying on the couch, letting B tear the house apart. Our house is basically a disaster area today as a result. Oh well! This is actually the first time I’ve gotten sick since L start school. L herself hasn’t missed a single day of school so far, and I think the worst she’s had was a bit of the sniffles one day. So far, the oft-warned sickness for non-daycare kids upon starting school has not come to pass, but I guess we’ll have to see how the winter goes.