7.39 am: Tylenol and a small glass of orange juice, which I don’t even finish. My throat is killing me. I think it must be coated in shards of glass, like the tops of the brick walls surrounding my grandparents’ neighborhood in Manila.
9.11 – 9.39 am: Small bowl of spaghetti with sun-dried tomatoes, mozzarella, basil and oregano. The pasta feels so good sliding down my throat.
2.23 – 2.45 pm: Bowl of Red Berries with a lot less milk than usual, so the berries can scratch scratch scratch my throat.
3.27 pm: Mug of warm milk, with honey.
4.03 pm: What might possibly be the world’s most perfect grapefruit. Tart and sweet and juicy, it’s just the thing on a sunny day like this.
7.50 pm: I’ve spent the day home sick, and though I offered to cook dinner, Keith quickly exercised his veto power and said that we should just order a pizza. While I appreciate it, I’m not an invalid — when I get sick I either get irritated, and then become productive, or I get tired, and sleep. Today was a melding of the two: irritated (two loads laundry, plus baking cookies) and (spending the late morning and early afternoon asleep, and most likely drooling, on the sofa).
9.30 – 9.49 pm: Two slices of cheese pizza, three breadsticks and two Tylenols.
1.44 am: Piece of choreg from one of the three loaves I spend most of yesterday baking. I did not by any means plan my day properly, which is why I began a eight hour project at five o’clockish in the evening on Sunday.
7.33 am: Special K Red Berries with organic skim milk — though what I really would like is about four more hours of sleep — as well as a small glass of orange juice to wash down two Tylenols. I’ve lost track of how long I’ve been beleaguered by this headache. Yesterday, Melissa told me she rarely gets them; I wanted to grab her by her coat lapels and shake her.
10.52 am: Mini York Peppermint Patty from the office candy tray.
12.20 pm: Banana. I’ve got a pretty intense sore throat, and though I am hungry, the idea of actually eating something is sickening to me right now. What I really want are some croutons or some toast, so they can scratch my throat on the way down.
1.32 – 1. 51 pm: Leftovers from Friday night, which taste as good three days later as they did the first time out of the pan.
5.12 pm: Another piece of choreg, before passing out on the sofa. I swear, sometimes I feel like an old woman. Which, I suppose, is inevitable.
8.51 pm: Another small glass of orange juice. Why am I craving orange juice so much lately? It seems to be the only thing capable of quenching my insane thirst.
10.51 – 11.15 pm: Really quick and simple dinner — lamb chops with garlic and rosemary that I seared before sticking under the broiler, and steamed broccoli with breadcrumbs toasted with pepper, lemon juice and butter. Keith gets kind of disturbed by me when I suck on my lamb chops’ bones, but I can’t help it. It’s concentrated flavor!