Yes yes, I’m 12 days late I know, but fortunately for me, being on time was not one of my new year’s resolutions. And besides, as far as I’m concerned I can wish people a happy new year for the entire month of January.
So welcome 2011, but firstly I’d like to say a big thank you to Santa for the fabulous chest cold he gave me for Xmas. No really, it was so wonderful to cough my lungs up for the entire duration of my holidays – thank you Santa! I particularly liked the part where it got worse at night so I went 4 consecutive nights without any periods of sleep longer than 30 seconds, causing me to wander my mother’s house like a deranged freshly arrested Nick Nolte but worse – rolled in Vicks.
However, like hangovers, the best thing about being sick is how fabulous you feel when you get better – and I feel great. So great that I’m able to sleep like a baby. Anytime. Anywhere. And just in time to return to work! So if by chance you see me on a train, in a yoga class, or at a traffic light somewhere, feel free to give me a little nudge.
And in case you forgot how bad he looked…
