Less positively, I suffered three bouts of illness during my precious weeks of vacation; no idea if it was the same infection or three separate ones, but it was unpleasant. cartesiandaemon was an absolute angel throughout; he looked after me and was patient and fed me tea, but didn't fuss over me or treat it as a big tragedy that I had a bad cold. And he didn't complain even a tiny bit about my being bad company, or even when he got sick too (though he was a lot less bad than I was).
The combination of being ill, and the country shutting down over the holiday period, meant that I didn't quite manage to see everyone I hoped to. I'm particularly annoyed that I repeatedly missed meeting up with blue_mai, but I also didn't make it to the Pembury for my usual marathon hug everyone I know session, and didn't make arrangements with the guy I nearly dated in 2007. I also missed Thuggish Poet, but that was mainly because he ended up spending Christmas supporting his gf through her mother's funeral.
Still, I think it did me good to have an actual relaxing holiday with a lot of sitting around watching TV and talking to people I care about. I probably ought to do that more often, without waiting for lurgies to give me an excuse!
I got back lateish last night, and it was -14 degrees out! It's a little warmer now the pathetic excuse for a sun is up, but not much. But this is a lot less painful than I might have expected, firstly because indoors is lovely and warm and cosy, and secondly because at this temperature damp is an impossibility. There's an inch of frost on the ground, not snow, frost, and that's where all the nasty wetness has gone. My poor battered lungs are feeling revitalized, and I slept better last night than I have for weeks.