This holiday has been tough, with first DH, then Lucy, and then me falling sick with flu and a high fever that clung for days. As we’ve coughed and staggered we have had to make and remake our plans to visit son Jon in Boston for Christmas. Yesterday we had a storm that dumped 18″ of snow. My skiers were delighted by the prospect of fresh powder — we got more snow yesterday than in all of last winter — but we were forced to put off our trip once again.
Now I am the only one still coughing and though very tired, I am on the mend. We hope to make a lightning trip to Boston some time in the coming week.