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The holidays have been floating by in a relaxed and aimless sort of way, which leaves me with very little to say. Christmas with the family was nice, and even the annual euchre games were less cut-throat than usual. (What is it about euchre that turns mellow, even-tempered into vicious, ravaging beasts?) The time since Christmas has been spent shopping and reading and doing a bit of work and watching Return of the King. Mostly, though, I've been trying to recover from this virus that insists on clinging to me, and that I'm beginning to suspect is more than a mere cold. Ten days now, and I don't feel like I'm getting better.

I haven't been bothered to make any plans for New Year's Eve. About half the time I go to Ottawa to visit friends, but I don't particularly want to inflict this virus on them, especially since they're expecting a baby soon. I know of one thing I could definitely go to, and a couple of other people I could call up, but at this point, I'm thinking I might just hang out here with my parents and sister rather than going out in the cold.

So yeah, things are pretty quiet here. Tomorrow I go back to looking into theories of communication flow and considering how to study how Canadians use the Internet for culture.