Instead of me typing out all my grumpiness, just imagine I extemporized for three single spaced pages about how stressed I am at work, how unhappy I am about the totally nuts hours I am putting in, and how paralyzed I am by the thought that the next eight weeks of my life will be exactly like this one.

Then when you're done, drink a beer for me. I'm still sick and avoiding alcohol.

When you finish the beer maybe drink some dairy too. For the first time in my life I'm actually avoiding it while sick - it suppresses your immune system? Really? I had no idea. I'd kill for a glass of ice cold whole milk right now.

I still look at our Christmas pictures every day and it makes me happy.