These are the Christmas cards and photos I still have to write out and mail to people. I'll get them done eventually, but haven't been devoting much to the effort these past few days. Bridget came down with the flu last Friday. Stella and I succumbed on Sunday and were miserable on Monday. Sam and Luke were down today. In fact, Luke was literally down when he passed out in the kitchen. Thankfully, I was close at hand, grabbed his shirt and sort of eased him to the floor. So we spend Christmas week wrapped in blankets, coughing, blowing our noses, and whining about the achiness.