...but that continues to morph on a daily basis, one day presenting as a killer sore throat with headache, another as an agent of 24-hour dry coughing fits, another as aching sinus congestion or a cruddy cough. Then my microbe takes a day off, leading me to think I'm finally on the road to recovery, only to return the following day in one of the old varieties or a new one,
Until today, that is.
Today I felt happy in spite of my headache and sniffles and Hillary's poll numbers. Because today was Halloween. I love Halloween. I've always loved Halloween. I loved it when I was young enough to go trick-or-treating, and I even remember being excited when I was 13 and old enough to stay home and give out candy to the little kids.
But I loved Halloween most of all when my own children were young.
It occurred to me a few years ago that we should really do trick-or-treating on Christmas afternoon. Wouldn't it be fun to have the streets full of people and the neighbors out and children going from door to door on Christmas? And wouldn't it give everyone something to do for the rest of the day once the presents were opened and before dinner?
I don't know, I think it would be nice.
In any case, this was a nice Halloween.
Tomorrow I can go back to feeling icky and anxious. But it was a short, sweet break, anyway.