jennifer_j_s (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} jennifer_j_s) wrote,@ 2008-02-29 10:25:00 |
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Hitting the road in slow motion
I have eight days of speaking engagements over the next two weeks. Five of those schools are in a row, next Monday through Friday. I’m feeling a wee bit anxious because I am at the middle stage of having a cold, every so often breaking into a coughing fit. It’s worst at night, and when I wake up.
I should remember to add the humidifier to the pile of stuff that is going with me to Phoenix.
I predict by Monday I’ll be in the finishing up and recovering stage of the cold, but I do worry about whether my voice will hold out. I am going to pretend I am a world famous opera singer, and only talk when necessary, and wear long scarves, but not so long that I end up like Isadora Duncan.
As a bit of self-care, I’ve filled five ziplock bags with dried oatmeal, a handful of dried cherries, and a dash of cinnamon. Cook it, slice a banana on top, pour on the milk, and that’s my recipe for a comfort breakfast.
I think that when you are sick, you especially need your comfort food. My hotel is one freeway exit away from IKEA, and I plan on having dinner in the cafeteria there every night, because IKEA has a soup and salad bar, and an excellent apple cake.
Some people might think that planning on eating dinner five nights in a row at IKEA is a sign of a particular form of craziness, but I’m not the only writer who exhibits bizarre fixations on the road; David Lubar recently confessed to obsessing about a certain brand of hotel, so much that he google maps them.
I’m going to come home with brightly colored Swedish souvenirs. I don’t know what they’ll be yet, but I know I’ll find something that I just have to have. It’s IKEA, right? If anyone is in Tucson, and needs something, let me know.
I have eight days of speaking engagements over the next two weeks. Five of those schools are in a row, next Monday through Friday. I’m feeling a wee bit anxious because I am at the middle stage of having a cold, every so often breaking into a coughing fit. It’s worst at night, and when I wake up.
I should remember to add the humidifier to the pile of stuff that is going with me to Phoenix.
I predict by Monday I’ll be in the finishing up and recovering stage of the cold, but I do worry about whether my voice will hold out. I am going to pretend I am a world famous opera singer, and only talk when necessary, and wear long scarves, but not so long that I end up like Isadora Duncan.
As a bit of self-care, I’ve filled five ziplock bags with dried oatmeal, a handful of dried cherries, and a dash of cinnamon. Cook it, slice a banana on top, pour on the milk, and that’s my recipe for a comfort breakfast.
I think that when you are sick, you especially need your comfort food. My hotel is one freeway exit away from IKEA, and I plan on having dinner in the cafeteria there every night, because IKEA has a soup and salad bar, and an excellent apple cake.
Some people might think that planning on eating dinner five nights in a row at IKEA is a sign of a particular form of craziness, but I’m not the only writer who exhibits bizarre fixations on the road; David Lubar recently confessed to obsessing about a certain brand of hotel, so much that he google maps them.
I’m going to come home with brightly colored Swedish souvenirs. I don’t know what they’ll be yet, but I know I’ll find something that I just have to have. It’s IKEA, right? If anyone is in Tucson, and needs something, let me know.
