Here I sit again, wrapped in a blanket on the loveseat, now on Christmas Day, staring across at Brian, lying sprawled across the adjoining couch, who, since early this morning, has apparently contrived the same sickness that I’m still suffering from. Headache, coughs, etc. The scientist in me wants to compare the progression and symptoms of our similar illnesses. The child in me wants to cry.
We’ve scared off my parents, as I suppose they rightfully should be scared – my hacking attack over the phone sealed our fate — so we are alone this Christmas. Alone and quiet, as we attempt not to disturb the demons within, hoping for healing to come soon.
For a time I was angry; angry with Brian, angry with sickness, angry that I’d already started cleaning and preparing the house, angry that things weren’t going according to plan. And then I figured the universe was either having a good laugh at my expense or trying to teach me a lesson. So, I settled on the more positive of the two, and attempted to just let go.
Come what may, right? There’s a reason we’re alone today. It could be that I badly needed the rest. Maybe we’re preventing my family’s getting sick (I hope we didn’t get anyone on Brian’s side sick last night!). Maybe this will even lead to a more low-key New Year’s, though I would be sad not to see my friends this New Year’s.
And anyway, we’re not really alone. Even in sickness, we have each other. Bowser’s at Brian’s feet. Link is at mine, and Zelda is curled up right next to me. . . . And now Love Actually is on. I’ve got my various flavored teas to warm my insides, and my romantic Christmas movie to warm my heart and loosen my happy tears. All is right in the world.