Thankfully, the weekend of the vomitus is over!
Scene from Friday night:
N: What was that? It sounded like someone dropped a bucket of water ...
Me: You could say that ...
N: Wow! Did you get the DOORKNOB, too?
Me: (sheepish) Ummm, yeah.
My mother says, upon hearing that I've been sick all weekend: "Are you SURE it was a stomach flu?"
To which I have to reply snottily with as much disdain as I can muster: "Yes, MOTHER."
The nerve of that woman.
I'm pretty excited about eating again. In the words of my beloved Jillian: "Eating is good. You should do that."
So last night I made corn-on-the-cob and a warm potato salad of red, gold, and purple potatoes, cooked with mint, and sprinkled with herbed-garlic feta cheese and more mint. Yum. Later, we had chocolate pudding with fresh raspberries and strawberries while we watched "How I Met Your Mother" - it's a new show on CBS, written by a couple of N's college friends, so he was very excited about it. We enjoyed it thoroughly - particularly Neil Patrick Harris's character. We're looking forward to next week! Note, however that this does not mean that I'm becoming a TV watcher.
Between tonight and thursday (I have the day off! to recover from DJing on Wednesday night) I have to finish Chapter one and make notes/outline for subsequent chapters.