And I woke up with a full-blown asthma attack — or some sort of bronchitis/pneumonia thing. I coughed up some yuck, showed it to WineGuy and asked, “Where’s the Biaxin?” One pill, one hit of Advair, and two snorts of Veramyst (all steroids) later I was up and running.
Note to self: do not drink caffeinated anything while taking steroids. It’s a noxious combination.
The menu is well-in-hand. Things are cooked or heating nicely. RBW just walked in sans sweet potato slop but with a bowl full of fresh fruit from her backyard. Not good fruit, mind you — fingerling bananas and papayas and some sort of kumquat compote that looked toxic. I am so not eating any of it.
Tired, worn out, sick of cooking, and totally not interested in eating my own food right now.
Happy Turkey Day to all and to all a good night!