The last few days were ransacked with a cold. I haven’t done much, and I have been poor company. The good thing is I have managed to read a lot, though one might argue that the novels I read don’t really constitute fine literature of any sort. In fact, it is rather difficult to concentrate on what I am reading when I feel as though I have cotton stuffed into my head.
I have had fine company. I have a very old dachshund named Ricky. He hasn’t left my side in two days. He just stands and barks at me until he has a lap. Here is a picture of Ricky passed out on top of the kleenex box next to me on the couch.
There is always one way to know that I am sick; I cook. Yesterday I made chicken. It was clearly edible. (Note: I didn’t say that I cooked well.) Today, I baked a caramel apple bundt cake. It was pretty good. It even got my daughter’s stamp of approval. (The chicken didn’t.)
Have a great day! Try not to catch my cold.