I aten't dead

I'm back from Christmas in Victoria, sleepy and happy, and ready to get on with life. Starting tomorrow.

I brought home a bug. Of the unwanted sort; a cold and a sore throat bug. Laurie brought me a remedy, a tea we bought ages ago in a Japanese tea shop in Steveston. The label gives it no name, but has a list of the ingredients:

• licorice
• fennel
• cinnamon
• ginger
• marshmallow root
• mullein
• dried lemon juice
• thyme
• black pepper (Really! Peppercorns!)
• cardamom

It seared my throat all the way down. And I think I'm cured. And knocked a bit silly.

Happy, silly, solar-powered flower, with her face on upside-down.

Hope you all had as good a Christmas as I did!

Misery, not loving company.

I'm down with the obligatory winter cold, headachy and shivery and generally grumpy. So is Laurie. So, if you'll excuse me, I'll go mope in a corner until I can stop sneezing all over my screen.

Half-frozen moth. At least he's not sniffling.