Derailed.

Got sent home from work on Friday with something that was not quite but sure resembled Swine. Seventy-two hours, an entire bottle of TheraFlu, and many long naps later, I’m feeling way less like a pale, sweaty wretch–but I’d be lying if I said whatever nastiness got in there hadn’t slowed me down a little bit. In the long run, it was probably a good thing: I tend to get kind of rushed and shrill this time of year. Nice to slow down, watch copious amounts of Food Network, and let Tom bring me juice and trashy magazines. 

I missed the first snow of the season entirely (“Real snow?” I wailed, when Tom got home from work on Saturday frozen and soaking wet), but I did manage to tend to some holiday business, including card-making, tree-finding (!!), and getting the last of the root vegetables into various bellies (more on that later)–just in time for our next CSA pickup on Tuesday. 

This week: Monday Funday tree trimming, a couple of overdue catchup lunches and dinners, finally finishing the Butler, sage and walnut quickbreads, and a long-belated birthday cake for A. Plus a nap. Or two. Or three.