As per Physician’s Assistant’s orders no work for me today.
I have this weird upper respiratory thing going on where if I am sitting down
or lying in bed and not moving much, or talking, I feel fine and dandy. But the
minute I decide to get out of bed and do something useful with my time my lungs
throw a bit of a hissy fit. P.A. says “it’s probably viral” and it should pass
in a couple of days. And she’s probably right since everyone in the office
seemed to have been on the sicky train this week. So, in the mean time I am lying still as often as possible and trying to enjoy the bits when I'm not coughing.
Apple butter is a good way to feel productive when you don’t
particularly feel like doing anything at all. Cut up some apples, throw them in
a slow cooker with some sugar and spices and 10 hours later you have something
yummy to spread on your toast. At least, that’s what I’m hoping I’ll have in
about two hours.
In between fragrant stirs I am re-learning French on
duolingo.com and freaking out my cat with my ukulele practice. Really, it’s
only two chords I don’t know what he’s afraid of.
The thing I seem to have forgotten to think about though is
that I have a crock-pot full of 3 lbs worth of almost apple butter and no
canning supplies. Perhaps this thought should have occurred to me eight hours
ago…
Apple butter party, anyone?
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