It's Just Hanging Around

 "Think for a minute about what makes you fabulous and how you can celebrate it." (Laura Mercier)

 

 Hello, my lovely friends! 

    I’ve officially become a human revolving door for every germ in a five-mile radius. Just when I think I’ve finally evicted the latest bug, it loops right back around for an uninvited encore. This past week, the "neighborhood crud" decided I was its favorite host again, leaving me stuck in a dizzying cycle of sniffles and regret.

Thankfully, I’m fully vaxxed, so while others are currently fighting for their lives, I’ve mostly just been a very expensive space heater. I spent the better part of the weekend in a medically induced coma (also known as a nap), and I’m finally feeling like a functioning member of society again. Here’s hoping I’ve officially kicked this thing to the curb—or at least told it to find a new door to swing through.

    I hear most of you are currently living in a literal winter wonderland, and I’ll be honest: I’m reaching a level of jealousy that’s becoming borderline unhealthy. While you’re out there living your best "thriving in a snow globe" life, we had a pathetic dusting last night that vanished faster than my New Year’s resolution to eat more kale. It’s a tragedy, truly.

Right now, our local ski resorts are looking more like hiking trails with delusions of grandeur. Half of them aren’t even fully open because the sky refuses to cooperate, leaving us in a climate so dry I’m basically turning into a human raisin. At this point, I’m not even being picky—I’d take a monsoon, a slushy mess, or a light misting if it meant putting some moisture back into the air. If you have any spare clouds or a direct line to the snow gods, please send them my way before I give up and start praying to my humidifier.

    How is 2026 treating everyone so far? Personally, I’ve spent the better part of the new year in a heated, one-sided argument with a stubborn sickness that just won't take the hint. Aside from that glamorous development, things have been pretty quiet—mostly because it’s hard to make "big moves" when your primary accomplishment for the day is successfully reaching for the tissues.

While I’m over here playing professional patient, my poor mom is dealing with the real deal. Her back is acting up again, and now her "good" knee has decided to join the rebellion. She’s already eyeing a second knee surgery, but since she’s reached a certain vintage, she’s worried the doctors might give her the "let's just wait and see" routine. It’s a bit of a toss-up, but I’m crossing everything that they give her the green light soon. There is absolutely nothing fun about watching her power through that kind of pain, and frankly, she’s overdue for a break from being the universe's favorite target.

 

Thank you so much for stopping by.
I wish you a good morning, afternoon or evening wherever you are.
Until next time… Ciao!