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I spent a good part of today lying on my back in my darkened room, just sort of flopped out in the yellowish light of the windowshades, listening to jangly punk rock on the college station and trying to feel my craniosacral rhythm.

At one point I wandered to the kitchen to eat too many left-overs.

I'm sick and sickly and sort of wandering foggy in that in-between, feeling too yucky to do much and feeling okay enough that I feel guilty for not doing much. I've got that in-your-pjs-too-long-haven't-seen-daylight-all-day kind of cabin-feverish feeling. Ran Wednesday and wanted to run today but figured I'd better rest-up as Wednesday was pushing it with my almost-cold in the cold (see, now it's a full blown cold!)

Speaking of which, why do people ask all manner of dumb-ass questions when you're sick? "What do you have?" Well, I don't freakin' know! I'm not a microbiologist. Do you want a shopping list of my past and current symptoms? Perhaps you can assist me in determining the exact nature of my ailment. I don't honestly know the difference between a cold or the flu. I don't run to the doctor for every minor ailment in search of antibiotics or whatnot. I just figure if I rest and drink tea and lots of water and take some vitamin C and echinacea, and if you leave me alone and stop asking stupid questions, I'll feel better in a few days. If not, I'll investigate the matter further. Okay?

Anway... thanksgiving was as thanksgiving is. My brother made a nice looking turkey which everyone said was great, and I believe them. He also made some bomb-ass pumpkin pies (from my mom's famed recipe, of course) which I have eaten entirely too much of, as usual.

I.just.can't.stop.eating.the.pumpkin.pie!

The pumpkin pie also must be slathered with as much whipped cream (home-made) as possible. An appropriate ratio is approximately two parts whipped cream to one part pie.

I always think I have to do something different from the strictly traditional, something a little schmancier - so I made ginger glazed sweet-potatoes. I even used fresh ginger. They sucked. Too much ginger. It didn't matter though, 'cos nobody really likes sweet-potatoes. Nobody really eats them. The sweet-potato is the red-headed step-child of the thanksgiving dinner. I have lots of yucky ginger-y sweet potatoes left over, if anyone wants any. Come on over.


M


ps: The spell check would like to suggest that I replace the word "freakin'" with "foreskin" ... What do you all think?

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Murph said…
Yep, sounds like a real foreskin dilemma.

Hope you feel better.
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