We are in that phase of Christmas where everywhere I look there is something to be sorted or washed or recycled or thrown away or stacked or shelved or hung up or folded or arranged or put away or paid or fetched or dropped off or made note of or replied to or replaced or mended. And the travel kicked my vertiginous ass, I'm sorry to say. I had to get up to be sick in the night, and I hardly ever have that. And I'm still filled with relief that we have pepparkakor in the house, because it's a ready source of ginger for my stomach.
We haven't seen everybody we're going to see or done everything we're going to do for the holidays yet this year, but we're definitely on the home stretch now. I don't know how much or how long the increased vertigo is going to interfere with the rest of the season's plans.
All of my relatives who took ill earlier this month are in some way on the mend, albeit slowly. I think that's sufficiently vague for a public lj post and sufficiently reassuring for people who have more information and want to know.