Why is it that, although I drink whiskey on a regular basis, I cannot develop a whiskey voice? (Obvious answer: I don't drink enough.) But all it takes is weeklong head cold, during which I haven't even coughed all that much, and I'm purring in your ear like Lauren Hutton. Well, not your ear, obviously, but you see what I mean.
It is snowing here and we have prepared by running out for Thai food and to the grocery store. We stocked up on raisin bread, pasta, broccoli, fruit, juice, seltzer water, pie crust, frozen strawberries and rhubarb, Belgian chocolate, and kind of a lot of Ben & Jerry's. I got carried away with the ice cream, yes. I don't know what came over me.
I'm on the mend. Despite all the upper respiratory misery, I was able to deliver this week's translation job early. The incentive: not working this weekend. So far this year I've only worked one half of a weekend day. Here's to sort of keeping one of this year's resolutions.
174 words | February 11, 2006 08:33 PM | Real true story