So, I'm sick. Figures, right? Just a few days before Christmas, 68,123 things to do, and... I'm sick. Ugh. Generally speaking, I am not a napper. I nap when I'm sick and that's about it. Yesterday, I'd just laid down for a long winter's nap. 10 minutes later, I was quite rudely awakened by 2 little barking mutts. What was it?? Is the UPS man here with a delivery? Does the mail lady have something too big for the box? Is it at least the meter reader? Were the Mayans off by 2 days and the end…