I rather think I inspire people to write about gelatinous masses of nastiness or at least inspire some thought about it, but that is ok. Someone has to do it.
I must confess that in my sickness yesterday I did not run one wink. Instead, I sat around all day and read a really weird book and kept putting off the run. I blogged some too. I got tired around noon while I was reading, and my eyes were about to close for good when one of the crazies jumped on my bed next to me and declared, "It's 12:05! Time for lunch!" I don't know if the medicine made me nice, or if God granted me an especial grace, but I jolted up and obeyed on the spot. I went down and made various things for them to eat and then ate a frozen yogurt cone.
After that I read some more, avoided the run again, and then went downstairs and assisted the Girl in making some cookies and cake in her Easy Bake Oven. The boys got all interested and begged to have some of her goods, so we all shared it and had Chai Tea (I had English Breakfast black tea). The Oldest got inspired and asked if he could make a cake himself out of a mix, and I consented and he went to town. I just instructed a few things but he pretty much did it on his own. To say the least I was impressed. He was excited because I told him that if he could pull of a mix without help this time, I would teach him how to make a cake from scratch next time. He was full of glee and continually jolly the rest of the evening.
I then made some chicken noodle soup and Dear Sir came home and grilled himself a burger. Then I went insane and ironed some of the man's pants and a shirt and told Dear Sir that if I iron tomorrow hell will certainly freeze over. My pits stank for sure after that madness so I took a shower and read for a spell until bed.
I woke up this morning knowing that I have a band practice (for my band the Einsteins of Love) for a gig in September, and my voice is not going to allow it, I am afraid. I hope I don't go mute again. There is a settling of mucus on my vocal chords and I found that yesterday I was even frightening people over the phone. Not again. I took some Sudafed to dry me up, but I don't think it is going to help much. I still sing better than someone who can't sing, but that is not saying much. Control is everything to a singer.
So, after all the cake making and whatnot, the kids and I took some pictures on the Mac. Here goes: