Overslept, but managed to get to work just in the nick of time. After the gastro of death last week, today I have a sore throat. I think my body is trying to pay me back for not having anything more serious than a cold and couple of migraines for the past couple of years.
Had a lovely Christmas, anyway. The parental units loved their presents, and I was pretty spoiled myself this year. My father once again wrote me a card that made me cry. It's a tradition now.
Work has been crazy the past couple of days. It seems that bad guys don't take Christmas off. Still, it makes the shift go by pretty fast, so I can't complain.
I am in the midst of planning my life for the next year. It involves a large desk calendar, several new notebooks, and colour-coded pens. Muaha. Yes, I am indulging my office supply fetish, but it's all in a good cause.
With any luck, this time next year I will be a whole new and improved person. :)
