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It is a cliche to say it, but I don't understand how a whole decade has passed since then.
Today, in 2013, the boy child was home sick with a fever and the blahs but no other distinct symptoms. As he put it, "My head feels dizzy and foggy, and now my stomach feels like is all full of some kind of vapor." I came home midday to be with him and let David go to work. Now, I feel like I might have caught some of his vapors. Not what I want for Z's big day tomorrow.
Writing: Yes, juicy meaty revision. Yum.
Dinner: Chicken chowder (with that chicken stock I made a while back when David had to empty the freezer to make way for the prepackagedness) loosely based on a recipe from Monday to Friday Chicken. Mine had bacon, onion, green pepper, thyme, bay leaf, chicken stock, potatoes, chicken, corn, and condensed milk. It is good.
Soundtrack: This morning WRUW's Swing a Verse program featured jazz trumpeter Roy Eldridge, who was born 1/30/1911.
While cooking, I listened to Gossamer by Passion Pit, per Tina's response to yesterday's Facebook cookery music roulette. I liked it more the more I listened to it, and I had accidentally set it to repeat, and found that second hearing was better than first. No time for more specific comments.
Random thing: Who knows? It's late, and I'm vapory ... temperature shifted 50 degrees in 2 days. My body is a little confused.