Lordy, this virus has had me down. The last few days are a blur. I do remember that I took Moon to her bass lesson, because Pete had class and somebody had to drive her. She brought her entourage (Nicole and Nicole’s boyfriend) and I brought Peter. So it was a full car. Instead of going inside the store, Peter and I went in search of a mythical Starbucks drink that I’d had a few years ago. My appetite was completely gone, but I remembered the orangey Tazo goodness and deeply desired to drink of it.
Alas, the Tazo cooler is no more, although the barista at the drive-through said that I was the second person to ask for one that day. (Hear that, Starbucks? Bring it back!) I settled for a Strawberries ‘n Cream Frappucino. Kind of like a smoothie, but less fruit and more cream. Whatever.
Yesterday I was just really sad and helpless. I think this whole experience is reminding me to just be happy with my regular, healthy body, and not beat myself up so much over not being cute and perfect.
Today my sense of humor is returning, but I stayed home from work anyway. The truth of the matter is that I tend to run back to the routine as soon as I feel halfway normal again. Maybe I’ll benefit from laying low one more day. I spend an awful lot of time on the phone, and it’s probably unsettling when I go into hacking convulsions in the middle of a conversation.
In a related matter, it’s Holy Week, which means fun times for church choirs everywhere. I made it through Palm Sunday, and the rest of the festivities begin tonight. The music means a lot to me, and I really hate to miss anything. Maybe I’ll have control of my vocal chords by evening.
Now for another graceful segue. Speaking of singing, we have become totally entranced with American Idol this season. The only thing I await more eagerly than the episodes themselves is the witty recaps posted by the Jaded Journalist. Tragically, Tuesday’s recap isn’t even up yet, and I’m guessing it’s because of the phone number snafu.
Who do you think is going down tonight? I think it’s gonna be Mikalah.
