You get to my age, the days blur into weeks, the weeks into months... next thing you know, it's a new year and I have to instruct my autopilot to type 2011 instead of 2010 (which instruction should "take" around September/October, going by previous years).
We enjoyed 2 weeks of 'flu over the holidays, nothing serious, just a lot of coughing and spluttering and lost sleep and rubber legs. Oh, and vomiting, plus simultaneous volcanic activity at the other end. Buckets! Buckets!! This makes 3 years in a row we've caught some kind of bug just in time for Christmas but we're not complaining, truth to tell we look forward to the extra time together; it's become a tradition.
[Checks date] Wow, it's the 3rd already. And so the New Year has come and gone, another blur. I have some email to catch up on now that my brain is almost functioning again. Just as well I waited -- I scribbled some short story and novel chapter updates over the holidays, and they are mental.
Best wishes to everyone for 2011.