"I guess we'll have a good Christmas after all"

My tree is beautiful. Definitely a top 5 tree. Maybe a top 3. It inspired this quote from Samantha : "I guess we'll have a good Christmas after all."

I'm not sure what made my four year old think we weren't going to have a great Christmas in the first place, but looking at the tree is definitely enough to inspire one to visions of a good Christmas.

Sean's mystery headaches have mostly tapered off. After our scary trip to the ER last Friday night he spent most of Thanksgiving weekend in bed doped up on Vicoden. This morning he woke up with chest tightness and a bit of coughing, so off he went to the DR. Now I'm not saying it's mental, not at all, but he left here at 2pm breathing fine and came home at 4pm wheezing and gasping for breath after they told him he may have bronchitis. Drugs are inbound - cough medicine with yet more morphine and antibiotics - here's hoping he feels better soon. Hopefully by the weekend; he's got a tournament in Orlando Sat / Sun.

Samantha and I are going down to help with registration on Saturday; we were planning on coming back right afterwards, but now he is worried he will be too tired to handle finishing it up. And Montgomery has his Duke TIP test Saturday morning (yay for aunts that will get out of bed at 6:30 on a Saturday to drive my kid across town, since Sean needed me to go with him!) - I'd hoped to be here to take him and pick him up, but now it looks like we won't be back by the time it's over. I'm trying not to think about the last time we stayed at this hotel, when the bedtop deflated and I couldn't walk for weeks. Happy thoughts! Block out the bad memories!

Sick-and-wheezy is hungry. Looks like it's time to go brave the empty pantry and turn bread crusts, broth, and frozen lima beans into a feast fit for the bedridden. I knew I needed to go shopping today....