everywhere but here

I am tired of being sick. I left the house for the first time since Thursday night, when we returned from Thanksgiving dinner.

It's been hard to sleep. I've run a fever on and off. I've had a cough. It's been hard to talk. If I do, I start coughing.

I went to make soup last night, only to discover the three cans of tomato soup within had expired a year ago. They are probably okay, but given that I wasn't feeling well, I figured better not.

I recently posted on my Vox how McCormick Spices took out at ad to remind people that if they have tins of spices (with the exception of black pepper), they are at least fifteen years old. I wouldn't be surprised to find at least one in the cupboards here.

Our mail arrived today. It was sent Wednesday via UPS. There was no ground delivery on Friday. I have no idea what they were doing yesterday. Thankfully there wasn't anything important. It is weird though getting mail about once a week now. I think I need to get cracking on my Christmas card list. Last year we sent over a hundred. I suspect it may be more this year.


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