Yes, it's time YET AGAIN for my Christmas cold.
Luckily, this year it descended in mid December. For that, I am happy. Nothing worse than being SICK on Christmas morning when your kids come BOUNDING IN at 6 AM (and yes, even though they are 11 and 12, they STILL get up at the crack of dawn....)
So, I have just poured myself the requisite shotglass of Nyquil, cheered myself in the bathroom mirror. and am waiting for that lovely-sleepy-warm-blanket feeling to envelop me.... and then I'll drop into bed for a lovely, semi-drugged night of sleep.
(It's funny because I rarely DRINK - even socially - but when a cold comes into town, there is NOTHING.... and I mean NOTHING... better than Nyquil....)