My dear one,
This first day of Christmas break began with an uncomfortable headache for which I was resolved to avoid taking my customary ibuprofen. My attempts to combat the pain with peppermint essential oil and drinking lots of water were unsuccessful, and by the time I gave up and took some pills I was so nauseated that I couldn't even keep them down. By eveningtime, though still with no appetite, I was feeling well enough to attend a concert featuring a local professional choral group. Afterwards I strolled through the beautifully decorated Main St. downtown, enjoying the lights strung in the trees and the festive storefront windows. I now relax here back at home with a warm afghan wrapped around my shoulders. My steaming mug of spiced cider sits beside me and the strains of John Rutter Christmas carols fill my apartment. I have written up my to-do list for tomorrow's last-minute chores and errands, for this weekend I leave town to visit family for the holidays. Could this be my last holiday season alone without you? Oh that it could be true!
Missing you terribly,
Me
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