So I've got my lemon honey throat drops, my throat coat tea, my squeeze bear of honey, my elderberry (!!!) syrup and some serious hand sanitizer. And some of those probabably not-worth-the-$ vitamin C fizzy things. Let the voodoo begin! I *will not* be sick. I shall recite an appropriate incantation over my pressure cooker as I make chicken soup ( Read more... )

* What Would Grandma Fanny Do ( Read more... )

( Recalculating )

( Dawn Break )

She figured getting run over by a Cadillac wasn't such a bad way to go, she confided in me once walking through the parking lot after synagogue on Rosh Hashanah. "Grandma," I gasped, "that's horrible ( Read more... )

So part of the new plan is to keep scheduled, even if it means manufacturing "busyness." Par example, today I: ate breakfast, pulled weeds, updated journal, plan on going to jazzercise. and so on.

Some of this "busyness" has been somewhat leisurely, as I have had the opportunity to sample some goodies from the library "new release" rack:

( libraryish blathering )

I got up early this morning to throw together the ingredients for chicken cacciatore in the crock pot. I didn't even have to set an alarm, I woke up from a very disquieting dream in which my 1L civil procedure professor, a woman who probably makes sensible food choices in real life, kept offering me and earstwhile classmates frosted donuts during ( Read more... )

... I am glad to hear it. A man should always have an occupation of some kind. There are far too many idle men in London as it is."
- Lady Bracknell in The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde ( Read more... )

It has been a pleasant weekend. The snuggly-parents came over yesterday for an impromptu crudite and cookie party to belatedly celebrate my natality. They admired our newly-caulked laminate floors in the front hall (still drying) and were unimpressed by our squalorous lifestyle (they know us from the old country and would suspect something was ( Read more... )

Good morning, New York City. Currently sitting in the living room of Yossi and Jamie on the Upper West Side, who have put me up on the sofa of their apartment and conspired to feed me oodles of delicious food. Jamie also purchased a horned melon (an orange nubbly fruit that looks like it had its genesis in a Dr. Seuss book) because she always ( Read more... )