So I had a Merry Sickmas.  We think it must have been some version of the flu, though it was curiously absent of any respiratory symptoms.

Trust me — the fever, fatigue and confusion were bad enough.  (Alright, yeah, the confusion for me is sort of a constant thing.)

It turns out I’m not the only one who was under the weather.  There are apparently a couple of different bugs going around; I know people from New York to Ohio for whom contagion was an unwanted present.

Anyway, pictured below is how I turned the corner on my illness.  (It’s been a slow process, but I got sick last Sunday and I feel like I am finally almost better right now.)  A fellow writer out in Arizona sent me this delectable fudge as a Festival of Lights gift, and it was one of the first things I was able to eat.  (The tiny little spoon it came with was just perfect for beginning with little bites.)

And it was at precisely that point when I stopped getting sicker and started getting better.  Fudge is superfood.