Well, not ALL is well, because Risky Regencies is bidding a fond adieu to Megan and Myretta, who both are needing to put their energies elsewhere in their busy lives. We will miss them terribly. It is not really a goodbye, though, because we can find them on Twitter and Facebook and their own websites. Who knows? We might even be able to entice them back for some guest posts. We wish them all the best!
But one good thing is that my dh, who spent Christmas in the hospital, came home the day after and is feeling pretty good. He had a horrible Christmas, but the rest of us made the best of a bad situation and managed to have some nice moments, like watching my 18 month old grandson open presents.
Amazingly now at home the dh is up and around, so I don’t have to reenact this scene:
I’m so glad I only live in Regency times in my imagination! In reality, during Regency times, there was no knowledge of bacteria, no penicillin or other antibiotics. My husband would have been tended at home and the treatment would have been bleeding, warm baths and purgatives (laxatives – ick!). In all likelihood he would not have survived.
He probably won’t be well enough for us to go out celebrating on New Year’s Eve, but, then, we never go out on New Year’s Eve. We stay at home and treat it like a regular night. This year, though, I’ll be saying a grateful prayer that the dh is home and well. I’d even be willing to read to him, if he could stand it!
Has illness ever spoiled a holiday for you?
