Ramblings of a sick mind

Spent this fine, hurricane-free Saturday morning behind the Mac (incidentally, named "Hal"; the PC is "Cortana"), keying in orders while listening to the fantastic soundtrack Wicked. I'm feeling much better today, if I ignore the fact that I still can't breathe and eat at the same time, and the vague sensation that I'm not right in the head (hardly a new development). Antibiotics must be kicking in. Since Wednesday I've existed on a steady diet of Boston Market chicken noodle soup (beats Campbell's for actual chicken content), with the notable and most excellent exceptions of Mr. Shannon's vegetable beef soup, Mom's mung bean soup with rice (which I know came from Deguzman's filipino grocery), and Dawn's delicious homemade corn chowder. [singing] Soup is Good Food...

Speaking of Dawn, I spent Thursday afternoon with my new(ish) friend at her home. What fun! I felt right at home sitting on her couch with my legs tucked up and her large Rottweiler mix Ivan on my lap (oof!). It's so rare I meet adult friends with so much in common--faith, band, music (she's responsible for the Wicked sountrack mentioned above), costumes, fantasy, even flatulent pets! And to top it all off... she lives HERE in ORLANDO! Woo-hoo!

Mom came over last night with soup and palitau (filipino dessert); the food was totally worth the usual scolding to take better care of myself (Marcie, I kept hearing "I'll take it under advisement" in my head!). But the real bonus was when she insisted on showing me how to make a tiny little spaghetti strap that I could turn into button loops on my pain-in-the-butt-plaid blouse. I stitched the bias strip as instructed, and damned if she didn't turn that thing inside out with a straightened hairpin! We were actually both giddy over the success of that experiment, and now I don't have to settle for elastic cord (or make it myself!).