This post is a rescuee from my drafts folder. It was written but not published in late 2011 or early 2012, when Stan and I were engaged. Please note that I fully stand behind the sentiments expressed herein.
In a way, I love being sick. Being sick is like being handed a license to indulge yourself; it’s amazing how many things suddenly become justifiable once you’ve got the sniffles. Stay in bed and watch an entire half-season of Dr Who? Why not? Call your financé to ask why he hasn’t been calling to check up on you? Sure! Everything goes when you’re sick.
And then there’s the matter of dinner.
It goes something like this:
- Hmm, my throat is really sore. What’s good for sore throats? Honey is good for sore throats.
- I’ll eat this spoonful of honey. Nom nom nom… Ooh, look, there’s still leftover honey cake!
- Honey cake = honey (good for sore throats!), plus eggs (protein!) and flour (grain!) and things (nutrition, ahoy!). Maybe I’ll eat some honey cake.
- Hmm. This is really crumbly. I’ll put it in a bowl.
- I wonder if this would be good with milk?
- Wow, I’m eating cake cereal for dinner.
Don’t look at me like that. It’s probably still healthier than Lucky Charms.
In this Ordinary Time 