Tea, fruit, and a thermometer help with my malady – tangledpasta.net
By Mary Anna Violi | @Mary Anna Violi
The weather turned cold this week and even had the audacity to snow.
Now I have a cold.
I notice the tissue supply is running dangerously low. This means I will be forced to trek to the store, which means I will end up purchasing throat lozenges, Vick’s inhaler, and boxes or cans of chicken noodle soup. Of course, this translates into trudging to two different stores: Target for the paper products and lozenges, and Whole Foods for the soup. As I stare bleakly into the pantry, I realize the bread needs to be replenished. Peering into the refrigerator [Do I have a fever? My face feels hot and the chilliness of the ‘fridge feels good.], it is evident eggs and soymilk will need to be bought too. The mango slices I neglected to finish were the only fresh fruit in the house. Fruit is added to the list of What Is Needed. The Brown Cow Maple Yogurt is gone too.
Thanksgiving is next Thursday, November 28, two days before my birthday. I prefer to be in the pink for my birthday. My birthday is a special day that is mine, alone, even if no party has been planned. It would be lovely to be able to taste the Thanksgiving dinner too, minus the stuffy head and clogged nasal passages. Sneezing and blowing one’s nose into a handkerchief, which is sturdier than a tissue, and has a nicer ring to it, while coughing uncontrollably over the Thanksgiving repast has a tendency to suppress the appetites of the others at the table.
If only this cold would vanish, I would feel like swooping up those ten items at Whole Foods, thereby giving me access to the “10 Items or Less” aisle for a speedy checkout. Instead of attempting a run to Target, I’ll swing by the pharmacy that is much closer to home.
On the other hand, maybe I will indulge in a quick nap to refresh myself.
Lime green Jello sounds good now too. I jot Jello down on the list before I drift off into the Land of Nod.
Ciao for now.
