I have a sinus infection.  It's getting better, but my right nostril feels like it's packed with tiny but sharp rocks.  If I let the sudafed wear off, the right side of my head feels like it's full of tiny carpenters, sanding my brains away.  On the up side, when I have a cold of any sort, I can't sleep so yesterday I got up at quarter to five and finished a huge order I was working on.  It turned out spectacular, but I forgot to take a picture of the finished canvas, so I can't prove it.
  Having been up since several hours before the crack of dawn, it was inevitable that I crash later.   There's just no enough coffee to compensate for those kind of hours.  I took Josie shopping after school and we got her an Easter dress.  I got home just in time to fall into bed for a nap.  I would've slept til morning but I woke up at dinner time, starving.
  I made salmon.  I had gotten the smallest package I could find at Sam's, but since Jay went to a game and Zack went to a friend's house to watch the NCAA's, there was way too much.  I cooked it in basil butter and it was delectable.  Later, Meg and Katie came over.  Josie and Meg played while Katie and I watched the Prestige, which I'd seen several times and she hadn't.  I think she liked it, but not as much as I did.  Although we both want a machine that makes Hugh Jackman.  My daughter Katie called this afternoon, and she had watched the Prestige last night too.  She had read the book last summer and never seen the movie.  She thought the movie was "a thousand times better than the book, which was badly written and too confusing." 
  Today I slept late, which is how I know I'm getting better.  It's sunny and lovely out but cold.  No worries, it's St. Patty's day and spring is never far behind.  I tossed a big corned beef brisket in a pot at noon and now its perfect, surrounded by cabbage and potatoes, it could feed us for days if it had to.  If we were starving instead of the spoiled types who expect a whole new dinner every night.  I feel like I've done my bit and if they don't want to eat corned beef til next Wednesday, they can cook something themselves.
  Damm.  The sudafed's wearing off.

 

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