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Never in my life have I had enough fun on a Saturday night to justify how miserable I was this Sunday morning. Never. Ever, especially this week. Last night I watched two episodes of The War on DVD and sipped tepid tea. So today I spend the whole morning in the bathroom? What’s fair about that?
At least it was one of those days when my toilet was running freely. It was raining hard when I went to bed last night and when I got up this morning, so it must have stopped for awhile during the night. The toilet only flushes itself properly after a period of non-rain. I could see by the ground water level in my yard that it couldn’t have rained that hard all night, and I have to be grateful for that.
To be honest (with myself, that is, because I'm always honest with you), I knew this was coming on. I felt a bit off all day yesterday. I don’t think it’s any kind of stomach virus or flu, though. It’s just one of those digestive cycles that I go through from time to time. Maybe it’s one of the new recipes I tried this week, or the really old package of dates I found in the back of the refrigerator and couldn’t bring myself to throw away. Anyway, I’m just sickly, not sick-sick. I felt better as the day went on, but for some time I was wondering if I’d get to see any of the Super Bowl at all.
I was going to make burritos tonight. I have all the fixings, including the jalapeños, but something blander seemed more in order. Ever since I learned how to make grilled cheese sandwiches using the toaster and the microwave, I’ve gone a little crazy with them. They’re not quite as good as the best sandwiches that come off an actual grill, but they’re as good as anything I’ve ever been able to make the old-fashioned way. And no work at all, which is the real appeal, of course. |
