Shh! Yes, I know it’s Saturday.
Filched from Janet.
1. Sea urchin is the grossest thing I ever ate.
2. I like to put peanut butter or brie on my crackers.
3. I crave cheesy salty snacks at night.
4. I always add apples to my pancake batter.
5. When I think of comfort food, I think of Stouffer’s Macaroni and Cheese, baked til there’s a thin crust of cheese over the top and everything’s all bubbly underneath.
It’s official. I DO have strep. I blame Fuzzy for bringing it home (his co-worker caught it from his wife, who had scarlet fever), and giving it to me, though he doesn’t seem symptomatic at all. Spent the morning getting the back of my throat prodded, buying drugs and mushy sore throat-friendly food, and had a croaky chat with my mother.
Am now going to go back to sleep, as I’m confined to quarters til Monday.
And I have nothing to read.
Have been nursing a sore throat (again) for two days – determined however that this time it’s most likely strep. Oh, joy. Being sick sort of makes everything around me feel surreal and disconnected, as if I’m looking at someone else’s picture book, or seeing someone else’s movie. Everything exists in a sort of watery haze.
It was, therefore, appropriate that Fuzzy and I watched Lady in the Water tonight. We’d missed it in theatres, and so brought it home with a free coupon from Blockbuster. I expected a weak thriller. I got a beautiful, haunting, moody, fairy tale. Shyamalan calls the tale a bedtime story and explains that he based it on made-up bedtime stories he shared with his children. As always, he’s crafted a wonderful mood, a delightful modern fable. If I had kids of my own, I’d totally buy the book for them.
My brain isn’t functioning enough to add more to this. Have a good weekend everyone.