Happy Christmas (or whichever holiday applies) to everyone! We are in recovery from what was a totally magical Christmas, with a houseful of family, friends, food and general holiday chaos. It was all I wanted for Christmas (okay, that and to be rid of stupid cancer once and for all) and I loved every moment of it. Wasn’t even slowed down by my second round of gemcitabine on Wednesday — until I woke up this morning with a sore throat. Foiled again! Apparently, while I was celebrating and having a merry old time, my errant white blood cells were dropping like snowflakes. Oh well, at least I’m fever-free. And I had such a great day yesterday that the sore throat seems a small price to pay. This too shall pass, and until it does I’m making good use of pajamas, couches, duvets and leftovers. The art of sloth; I am a master.