Sorry I am late here, but Merry Christmas!
So I celebrated my Christmas with Proxies. It was actually a quiet, standard Christmas. Mira was unusually bubbly, humming to herself the whole day as she buried her face in a new book. Noah and I working on Christmas dinner. A honey-glazed ham, sweetened basil carrots, warm yeast rolls, and mashed potatoes. Add in hot chocolate and jovial conversation to the mix and you have yourself a lovely Christmas night.
And then we got food poisoning.
Yup, all three of us came down with food poisoning,
It's not a proud moment for any of us. We have been bedridden for the last couple of days, I've finally mustered up enough strength to type something down. I feel like you would have been left out on all of the festivities if I didn't post this and give you the lovely image of us vomiting. Oh yeah, y'all are going to suffer with us.
In other news, Noah has been a little more distant. He keeps clacking away on his laptop and stepping out and taking calls. I know he's hiding something. Or hiding more than he normally does anyway. But even Mira seems to have no idea what's going on either. For all that talk about working together you'd think she'd be in on it.
I'll keep you guys posted.
Now if you excuse me, I'm going to lie back down