smugness

There are several simple signs that the crud has successfully knocked me on my ass, but the biggest sign of all is that I have been home since Friday night (and as of this writing it is now Tuesday afternoon) and though I have been on the couch most of that time, have I posted here?  No.  I’m just now feeling capable of stringing sentences together with some hope of achieving subject-verb agreement, and if I get wordy, even that’s gonna get a bit dicey.

I’ve been giving some thought to a piece of writing that works well this time of year, but I’m not sure I should / could do it.  It’s December, which means cards and year-end letters from friends are arriving in our mailbox, and also means it’s my turn to wonder if I should do one for my friends as well.