I hope Paul Simon forgives me. I woke up yesterday morning with a scratchy throat and a light, annoying dry cough. In the past 24 hours, I've not been more than a couple of feet away from a box of tissues. I sound like Lauren Bacall. I'm plopping and fizzing every few hours. I've gone through all the tea in China. (I'm also prone to hyperbole when ill... I really do sound like Lauren Bacall, though, which I wouldn't mind so much if it weren't so painful). When I was younger, every time someone in the house came down with a cold, my mother would insist we gargle with warm salty water. I would take my mug of said warm salt water with me when I went to get ready and pour it down the sink. I mean, seriously. Is there a more disgusting thing to force your child to do when they are already not feeling well?

Well, I'm so glad she doesn't have a SP account, because guess who gargled with warm salt water this morning... My throat does feel better, I have to admit.

I just made an amazing breakfast (a very large amazing breakfast). 2 scrambled eggs, 1/2 c oats, 1/2 half of an apple, 1/4 c walnuts, a handful of craisins (whatever was left in the bag, which wasn't much) seasoned with cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves. I've been having so much fun playing with oatmeal lately. There are so many things you can do with it, so it never gets old, and it's so much more filling than other breakfast carbs. (In my experience, anyway, I can eat a whole grain bagel and be starving in an hour).

Anyway, now I think I'm going to go play with my yarn and try and come up with a storage system for my fabric scraps...