Teena Marie, 1956-2010

Oh yes, Christmas happened. Or at least I'm vaguely aware of the occurrence, having caught a virus Christmas Eve and spent most of the night heaving an empty stomach over the potty. But by Christmas morning the worst was past and I was able to visit with my parents, exchange gifts, and keep food down. Still don't have a voice at the moment, as all the vomiting tore my throat to shreds and my body is sore from all the pulled muscles. But after today's snowstorm which kept me home an extra day I think I'm better recovered, if still a little tired and hoarse. I just have a lot of white stuff to dig myself out of bright and early tomorrow morning.

Merry Christmas, everyone. And R.I.P., Miss Marie.