Feed a fever....

I'm still feeling sick as a dog (well, not the dogs i know, anyway...they're all bright-eyed and tail wagging), but these are the things that have made me feel better all day:

* squeak came to visit, and he was on his best behavior. He insisted on sitting RIGHT NEXT TO ME. gee. and i was fresh out of bacon for him, too. i know he was dying to get up on one of the couches or my bed, but he only tried it once. (CULTURAL NOTE: in the culture in which i was raised, dogs didn't even get to come in the house except under dire circumstances. my dad brought his dog lady in the house when the tornado hit fargo back in the 50s. It was a good thing, too, because the tornado lifted the roof off lady's doghouse and sucked out all the straw and her water dish. the roof was sitting right next to the doghouse, as if my dad had lifted it off himself, but lady would have gone for a looong swirling ride if she'd been in there and not in the basement with mom and dad as they prayed the rosary.)

* Cathy brought back some laundry she captured from me last night. It was all nicely folded in one of those beautiful African baskets they used to sell last year at the Dupont Circle Farmers Market. I couldn't believe I let her take my laundry and do it for me, but she did, and it was VERY KIND of her!! Typically very kind, I should say.

* A fabulous ripe peach from some place called Brown's, probably a farmer's market (it belongs to a farmer named Brown, actually) north of Baltimore. As luck would have it, Cathy drove her Aunt Ruth (let's see...she has two Aunt Ruths...this is the 88-year-old...the other one is 92) to Brown's on the day I was having my HOT HOT fever. She dropped off two peaches, six apricots, and a pint of huge sweet blueberries on her way home. She tried to force me to drink regular orange soda on the theory that real sugar was much better for a sick person than the diet kind. But i convinced her that since that diet sweetener stuff is so much like pesticide, it would help kill the bug.

* A hot dog from 7eleven down the hill. Just a plain one this time. Usually I get a Spicy Big Bite.

* A Haagen-Dazs Vanilla ice cream bar with dark chocolate and almonds.

* At least four big glasses of water. Cathy did not believe the glasses hold 12 oz. of liquid, so I dragged myself from my sickbed, got out my measuring thing, and tada...it actually holds like 14 oz., but that's filled right to the brim.

Nothing else in terms of food or drink has appealed to me.

I found two very cool blogs today, though: Nailing Jello to the Wall, which is an outlet/safety valve publication by an educator in Maryland, and Suburban Lesbian Housewife. The last one just goes to show that they're here, they're queer, and we should all get used to it.