Wesley Woods

To my remaining cold symptoms [chills, little fever, sleepiness]:

In the next 24 hours, I will beat you to a bloody pulp. You've hung around for a week and now I'm kicking you to the curb. You heard me. The CURB. The curb where my industrial-size garbage cans shall overflow with shiny paper, paper that once concealed dozens of miniature bottles of hand-sanitizer. The heavy-duty 99.9% take-no-prisoners anti-bacterial kind. The kind kindergarten teachers occasionally bathe in. And I'm getting a dunk tank full of it, fools.

Merry Christmas, you rotten, filthy germs. I hope you...rot...in your own...filth. On the...curb. Yeah. Huh! Take that! Throwin' you a curb-ball. No gutter. No sidewalk. Psh. Ha.

Although we have nice neighbors. No! I take it back. Mean, nasty neighbors. Or... nice neighbors with WAY more anti-bacterial products than me. Yeah. Killers. Menaces, really. Run, germies, or we'll murder you and your whole kingdom-phylum-class-order-family-genus-species!

Side note: Dear 8th Grade Biology Teacher: Niiiice, right? From: Not Emily

But enough threats.

Kids, wishing you all a truly peaceful weekend, and the brightest of Christmases. The moon is quite pretty. Prettier than strands of blinking lights, even. Go outside and take a breath. May joy be present in your heart.

love and more love,
emma

Chelmsford, Massachusetts

Snowy, sickie. Better-ish. Now rather sickie. Tis the season to draw your family near and share a terrible cold.

gotta sleep more, eat more.

looking forward to seeing friends as soon as my sneezing ceases and fever's fallen. :)

et

New York City

It has been a while. Many good things. A few not-so-fun things. What have I been up to? Time-traveling. Awesome but exhausting. Each day feels like a week. I'm somewhere between 1983 and 2010, most often. Organizing my grandparents' house is a treat. I'm able to do a lot (by my standards), and I'm processing so much and growing so much. It's really good...but weird. I catch myself thinking, What year is it. How old am I. Did I actually have that conversation recently, or was I just reflecting on it? Why don't I have those pink footie pajamas anymore? Is it still Wednesday?

Newsworthy things:
-A POTSie friend of mine (mid-20s, diagnosed 1.5 years ago) is doing SO much better! She's living on her own and working - teaching ballet 6 days a week. Amazing!
-Another high school student in my area has been recently diagnosed with POTS. I look forward to talking with the family and offering our online community support.
-God is crazy-awesome.
-Giving inspires giving.
-I worked for 5 hours at my mom's office! Fun!
-SNOW.
-Got called for jury duty. What up, citizenship.
-Ensure doesn't taste so bad anymore. Drinking plenty of it.
-I'm going to be adult staff for March Snowball!!

So please excuse me, I have some read-give-sing-sort-stretch-wrap-dog-write-eat-sleeping type things to do.

(Sleeping around 10 hours a day. Yay!)

Favorite Christmas song you haven't heard yet: "Toy Packaging" by Sara Groves.

wassail,
emma