I do love that old fashioned word. Curmudgeon. A crabby person — especially an older one.

I think Ebeneezer Scrooge was one. Those two hecklers in the balcony on the old Muppet Show were a couple more. Just kinda cranky and out of sorts. 

I call my husband that from time to time.

But I digress.

I am planning on spending my morning reading through other people’s blogs — something I’m behind on. 

I myself am suffering from RSV  (respiratory syncytial virus) that is a potentially dangerous, highly contagious virus that can cause respiratory disease.

Ack, petuwy, Another name for a chest cold. 

I’m not belligerent nor dismissive — I know what I have. And that makes me a curmudgeon.

Don’t feel like writing, reading, watching TV. Didn’t feel like doing yesterday’s dishes either, but necessity dictates.

It lasts for over a week — wheezy, coughy, rumbly. All traits that can apply to a curmudgeon. 

Who is a real pain to be around.

So I  wish you a  marvelous December 27th and  hope that all of your coughs are small ones!