Yes, I know, it’s January 3, but I’m saying Happy New Year today because, well, I can. And also because I was laid out from Sunday night until Wednesday morning with a nasty head cold made worse by an even nastier sinus condition.
Traditionally, I get sick around Christmas and New Year’s. I always have, even before I got married and Wifey and I spawned grubby little germ carriers (that might sound a bit unkind, but wait until you get your own). And just as regularly, the sinus condition I’ve had since I was ten years old magnifies my head cold by at least three times the horribleness.
Back when I was an AmeriCorps VISTA volunteer in Missoula, Montana, I remember being laid up from Christmas to New Year’s with the flu. I was telling Wifey the other day that I still don’t know if Tom Brokaw actually called Putin the Anti-Christ when he came into office in 2000, or if I imagined that in a flu-addled haze.
I wouldn’t put it past Tom Brokaw, though. It was the Y2K and everyone was anticipating the coming of a new millennium that had actually came already. There were portents abound.
Anyway, since I was sick: at home, Wifey, the germ carriers and I celebrated this New Year’s Eve the same way we have the past few years: watching Anderson Cooper and Kathy Griffin on CNN until the ball drops in Times Square.
The kids easily stayed up until midnight this year. In years past, my son, who is now six, would be sleeping by 10 p.m. My daughter, who is now nine, would struggle to midnight.
After Wifey and I had our toast and our kiss and we put the kids to bed, we did what’s quickly becoming a tradition in our household: we watched Much More Music’s commercial free Dance Party, featuring songs from the 70’s, 80’s and 90’s, until we couldn’t take it anymore.
This year, “Come on Eileen” by Dexys Midnight Runners sent us to bed. Bad dancing in over-sized overalls will do that to you, bad head cold or not.
Here’s to having a happy, safe, healthy and successful year.