Brent's Christmas Ornament for 2013

A cold hit me on Christmas Day. Despite drinking enough Russian Tea to fill the Black Sea, I'm sneezing/coughing/blowing my nose. I medicate myself enough to get through work but once home I vegetate in a big stuffed chair near the fireplace. Within reach is a box of tissues, the TV remote control, some crossword puzzles, and cordial candy. Brent has to fend for himself (good thing there are a lot of leftovers in the fridge). I do get up occasionally to make a fire - not for the warmth or ambiance - just to get rid of the mound of used Kleenex.