sooo... cold...

And I didn't even have Homer's month-old hoagie. I was planning to take today off, but I would have called in sick regardless.

I had to go to a work function last night. I wasn't feeling great - I have the wife's cold now - but I wasn't feeling bad enough that I could plausibly duck out.
Or so I thought.

We were seated by the door, and I could feel a slight breeze. So it made sense that I started feeling cold near the end of the evening. Then I took a cab home, and the driver was smoking, so I had a window open. Again, a reason to feel cold.

Or, I was running a fever.
Not-so-subtle signs of this:

1. When I got home, I took a hot-as-I-could-make-it shower and went to bed.
2. The house was our normal nighttime temperature setting: 60 degrees. Not unreasonable.
3. I was in flannel sheets.
4. With a down comforter and a cotton throw over the top.
5. And a 12-pound cat.

But I still awoke an hour later, curled up in fetal position, shivering. The wife took my temperature and it wasn't a huge fever - maybe 2 1/2 degrees. But still, I threw on heavy sweats and all the blankets we had. I was still cold.

But hey, the fever broke around 4 AM and I'm feeling better now. I'm still taking it easy today, though.

What I'm reading: Sally Granger, Cooking with Apicius

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The Wall St. Journal mentioned that wristwatch sales were lagging - that the only age range consistently buying them were people over 50. So, a poll:
[Poll #909920]

You Suck! But the bookstore doesn't.

I went to Borderlands today to pick up my autographed copy of You Suck! While I was paying for it, the guy behind the counter looked at me, said "You take a large?" and handed me a T-shirt.


Okay, maestrateresa, mine isn't autographed like yours. But it's still cool.