Yesterday was kinda weird.  Right after waking up in the morning (in fact, what woke me up in the morning) I got sick again.  At least as sick as I’d been the other night, but… uh… different directionality, if you know what I mean, and if you don’t feel free to make something up.  I spent all morning lying around and moaning, with my wife alternately telling me just to go back to bed or to at least try and take a shower.

Then lunch happened.  I had to force myself to eat something; I don’t even remember what I had.  And suddenly, wonder of wonders, I felt a hundred percent better.  In fact, I felt so much better that I ended up making dinner:  farfalle!  Nothing super complicated; pasta with onions, garlic, red pepper, and spicy Italian sausage sautéed in olive oil, with a  sauce made from heavy cream and crushed tomatoes, topped with fresh basil and pecorino cheese.  I’d not had farfalle before; it’s delicious and I may well reach for it instead of spaghetti the next time I want pasta.

This is how healthy I was feeling, by the way: it seemed to me a good idea to make spicy food for dinner.

It was not.  It took about an hour after dinner to be certain of that.  But trust me.  It was not.

I went to bed weak and shaky again and not sure if I was going to work today; waking up at 4:30 in the morning with urgent needs answered that question, and I’m typing this at my desk in my office, back in “completely fine except for five minutes out of every sixty” mode.  I will be at work tomorrow and for the rest of the week if I have to install a Port-A-Potty in the hallway outside my room; putting a sub into the last week before Winter Break is just not fair and it would probably be good if my kids actually learned something during this window.

I am making Experimental Dessert tonight; I shall report back on that tomorrow.  Assuming I can walk and breathe, which I ought to be able to.  (I’m eating the rest of the pasta for lunch, BTdubs; digestive issues be damned, it was good.)

More later; I have a Real Post planned but 350 words of lead-in about illness and food doesn’t really seem right.