Last night I went to bed not feeling well. Ears ringing, a bit nausious, kinda-sore-throat. This morning I woke up slammed…SLAMMED by a cold. It is not a good day to feel slammed. Apollo has an appointment this morning and Mordecai has his psychiatric evaluation this afternoon. After over a year of waiting, I cannot miss this appointment. Tomorrow Kalina goes to the dentist and Friday my dear friend from Australia, Kylie, arrives with three of her kids. I had grand plans and lofty goals. I would fill the freezer with meals so Kylie and I wouldn’t have to worry about feeding thirteen kids during the week she is here. Life got busy and I revised my plans: I would shop and cook the day before she arrives. You know, after Kalina’s dentist appointment (that would be tomorrow, in case you lost track). Plan C? Cook while Kylie is here. Or don’t eat at all. Either one sounds perfect in my drug (cold medicine) induced state.
I hope all is well with you. I hope your towels aren’t molding and you don’t feel half as bad as me.