I'm praying that Marguerite be completely well by tomorrow. Right now, she's feverish, coughing and leaking snot and tears. Naturally, she's also at her crankiest. It sucks to be sick at Christmas. I should know; this used to be the case with me - until I realized that the usual holiday stress was shooting down my immune system and making me susceptible to viruses. Since then, I've learned to arm for combat against the little buggers. With Marguerite, we're doing our usual water therapy, lots of rest, and just flush, flush, flush. It's no fun missing out on all the excitement. Anyway, we're going to my parents' for Christmas Eve. My mom has prepped a fun party for what remains of our clan here (all the rest are in the US and Canada). I hope Marguerite can take part. Anyway, for the past few days I've been nursing my sick little girl, I've taken the opportunity to just lounge with her, knitting, crocheting, and reading. I'm making a cowl for my sister, among other things. Actually, I should get off the computer and continue work on her birthday party banner. Oh well, pretty soon.