We left Prescott to come back to Chicago for some holiday cheer; all the things that happen in the city that really help you get in the Christmas spirit. I was excited to experience the sparkling lights on Michigan Avenue, the window displays at Macy’s on State Street, the wreaths on the Art Institute lions, ice skaters in Millenium Park, the Chicago Symphony’s “Welcome Yule” concert, the German-style Christkindlmarket at Daley Plaza, and so many other joys of the season. But a major wrinkle appeared in my nice little plan – an old-fashioned nasty cold!
The past week has been spent mostly indoors, except when we need food or over-the-counter remedies. Ron’s birthday on the 14th passed quietly and with little fanfare. (I owe him, big time.) There hasn’t been much holly-jolly around the house…although we already had decked the halls and put the Christmas tree up. It’s unseasonably cold for this time in Chicago; in the teens and twenties. But the condo is warm and snug, and the fireplace is doing its duty.
Like a little kid, I am stamping my foot to complain, “S’NOT FAIR!” I should be happily shopping amid sparkling snow flurries, sipping spiked eggnog, and otherwise making merry.
P.S. We are feeling noticeably better, and hope to get into the swing of the season very soon! Thanks for all the well wishes.