The non stop rain of the past two weeks left us with at least ten inches of water to be dealt with. It brought about cabin fever, frustration, tears, and to top it all off, a wonderful, throbbing, nose running, head spinning, weak kneed, slack jawed, dazed looking head cold from HELL.
However, the kids and I did manage to walk some before the cold took too hard a hold of me, and I even went walking with my horse. Right now, it's all I can do to toddle to the potty in time from flooding my living room, but hey- at least in my delusional state I find that amusing.
With being trapped inside, my appetite has gone down to nothing. Which is good. Consumption equaled out to expenditure, and not an over abundance of either.
Planning Christmas dinner has been left up to others. My plan? Sample a bit, but do not over indulge. The kids and I will be making some rice crispy peanut butter and chocolate treats, and a loaf or three of homemade bread, and then we'll just lend a hand where we are needed for the rest of the cooking. One good thing about cooking loads of food- by the time I get done with prep work, helping, cleaning up, and setting up, I am too tired to eat. I don't even want to really LOOK at food.
Merry Christmas y'all. And I sure hope the rest of you are healthier than I am at the moment!