As my friend Joy mentions on her blog today, it’s getting harder and harder to ignore the flu and lead a normal life. Yesterday evening, on day five of the panic, I started to get a little depressed. I couldn’t go outside. (For what? I already bought groceries. The gyms and restaurants are closed until May 6.) I didn’t want to read any more news. I sat home by myself until almost midnight, surfing the Internet in a daze — and attempting to work on a completely non-swine-flu related essay — because hubby was off covering a late-night swine flu press conference.
Meanwhile, my mom called to say, “I’m worried about you! Don’t go outside!” and my dad says, “Mija, don’t burn the candle at both ends.” And my response is, I’m not. I’m home. Again.
Today is a new day, and I’m determined to make it a good one. I’m going to the grocery store to buy milk and cereal. I’m going to finish painting, because my lovely husband taped the ceiling at 12:30 a.m. I’m going to pop in my yoga DVD because I need some Zen relaxation, and I’d like to work on my headstand. (And it’d be nice to burn off the package of Oreos and three beers I had last night with Crayton.)
In the meantime: Does anyone want to take a load of bread pudding and some homemade whipped cream off my hands?
This Swine Flu thing is getting scarier. My sister is currently sick, but she isn’t showing flu-like symptoms, but you can’t help but worry. I think most of the media is to blame for this huge panic… which includes me. So much for skipping a pandemic while in this century…
Last nite’s conversation as soon as John got home from work:
me: I have to show you this recipe we need to make ASAP!
him: ok
me: Look how good that looks/sounds. ORANGE BREAD PUDDING.
him: I thought you didn’t like raisins
me: Did you not SEE what she did with THOSE raisins?
too bad you don’t still live in polanco…
Glad you liked the recipe! It’s super yummy. Especially warm. With lots of whipped cream.
think you can send a couple helpings via Fedex? 🙂
I hear you. This is getting VERY boring. AND now I have not water – WHAT NEXT!
That’s wise; it’s clear from your soothing stories that escapism on the precipice of pandemic is no vice. (paraphrasing Marcus Tullius Cicero)