Day three of sickness, but at least I got my ass off the couch

Took thursday and friday off of work due to crippling snot-ness and fever. Today I had some of the former, but none of the latter, so I felt a bit better. Plus Juliet's med-school boy toy recommended I use some of her meds (thank you, CVS brand non-drowsy cold-and-flu treatment! I shall cherish you forever and ever.) That helped.

I made myself take a shower, the first shower I'd taken in 3.5 days. Last time I went that long w/o a shower was when I was in Arizona with Holly's family and spent 6 days on the road and in the desert. The shower at the end of that ordeal felt like bliss. This one felt not too bad either.

After walking the 2 km journey down the road to and from Trader Joe's, trying hard to breath through my mouth discreetly so as not to alert people to my sickly predicament, I decided to spend some quality time on the interwebs. Becuase you know, I hadnt done enough of that in the last 2.5 sickly sickly days. I came upon this blog that until now I had only read at a cursory level, but this time I went to the main site and found this ridiculous story of the writer's love and romance with her "marlboro man." Pretty cool how she wrote it in installments, just like 19th century novelists used to do in city newspapers. If you have a few hours on a rainy day, I highly recommend this. She is a great writer, very funny, and the story is oh-so-sweet. Of course, despite her having started the serial a YEAR AND A HALF ago, it's still going. BLARG! please write more! this girl over on my side of the interwebs is still sickly and still needs a romance fix!!

I'd been pretty sore all through my sickness, partly because my personal trainer gave me a really good workout tuesday night (Pete, you are SUPER awkward, but great at your job) and partly because fevers always make my muscles tender. But today I was itching to get out and get my heart rate up, so [after consulting the interweb and deciding that 3 out of 5 commenters/bloggers say it is ok to run if you are sick as long as you dont have a fever and sickness isnt in the chest/lungs] I went for a short 3 mile jog. Of course, nothing could go smoothly, and my Nike+ receiver wasnt working (BLAST!) but was probably better that I wasnt measuring my workout today. It could only have led to dissapointment.

Tonight I made a lasagna for dinner. I'm not sure I've ever made it before, but I'm on an Italian kick (last month I made exclusively Indian... this month it appears to be the Boot country) and I'd bought ricotta and parmesan recently. After consulting a variety of online recipes, I decided to wing it, using whole wheat lasagna strips, making my own sauce with tomatoes and herbs and pepper, sauteing a vegi mix of onions, garlic, and spinach, and throwing together a cheese mix of ricotta, cottage, and jarlsberg, with parm sprinkled on top. Mmmmmm fresh parm. The whole thing came out only so-so, I probably should have used less red pepper flake in the tomato sauce and added more salt. Oh well.

(but doesnt the freshly grated cheese on top look DIVINE?? I was too impatient to leave it in the oven long enough to brown, but thats pretty typical of... me.)


POST SCRIPT
I've been rummaging around the kitchen for something dessert-link for almsot an hour, and JUST remembered that I bought chocolate chip granola bars at TJ's today. As I approached the box on top of the refrigerator, I said aloud "Why HELLLLLOoooo" in a smooth and sultry voice. There is no one else in the apartment.