It’s been a rather unpleasant couple of days chez B-K.
A rather nasty stomach virus got two of the three of us (not me so far, knock wood, etc) yesterday morning. Getting sick around the holidays is certainly nothing new for my family, but it’s been a few years, and I’d forgotten how easy it is to get even further out of sync when you’re on Sick People Hours.
Sick People Hours = All Hours. Our house becomes a mess. Work gets spread out everywhere. The TV is constantly on (this time: Despicable Me, Avatar [Last Airbender, cartoon version], Ratatouille, Premier League football, NCAA hoopage). Meals, or what passes for them, are taken at strange times. There is the daughter’s barfing to contend with; there is the feeling of her forehead, searching for fever; there is the secret watching of her breathing. She was never sickly as a small child, but when she got sick, she got sick hard. She puked the most, had the highest fevers, displayed the most virulent chicken pox, etc. Her propensity for really doing it well as a small child is not something I’ve been able to eradicate from my mind.
I stayed home from work today and got a few things done, but this was after a tense night of “sleep” , dressed all wrong for it, up every hour, and worried about the fella upstairs in my bed, too, who was dealing with his own brand of nastiness. That said, everyone seems to be on the mend.
I’ve been doing a lot of reading and thinking about the New Year. Another damn New Year! Anyway, here are a few things I’ve run across:
Fun thread about food cart legislation in CHGO (well, it’s fun if you’re me)
This piece about “foodie fatigue” made me a little grumpy. People who like good, clean food often are nothing like the “foodie” stereotype, but whatever. I’ve been around the block a few times. I know what’s up. The comments are hysterical sometimes
Jane Black’s writing and research is actually something I can sink my teeth into, however (haaa!)
I dunno, I just like Astrid
In the “I probably posted this already” department, I think this journal might have been what Gastronomica magazine grew out of. There’s some great, great stuff here. If I hadn’t happened upon an issue at the thrift store about 8 years ago, I would not be… me
I also pretty much love Salvation Jane