Sunday, +/-

-: Woke up with a sore throat.

+: Sunday morning I biked to Arlington Center with Queue.
-: My odometer wasn't working, again.
-: I am so out of shape....
+: At least I'm doing something about it.

+: M-over (this one with onions, tomatoes, bread, fresh oregano, chives, basil).

-: Didn't go to Roxbury Open Studios.
+: Finally had time to check email and LJ.
+: Went, briefly, to Oktoberfest in Harvard Square, instead.
-: Didn't have enough time to focus on anything there.
+: Ran into J, who I haven't seen in far too long, and things are good with him.

+: Got to get on the T as someone's Sunday guest, for the very first time. (Thanks, Queue.)

+: Went to the Zakim Bridge walk, and there was no line to wait in.
+: Got to see much of the bridge, and the views therefrom.( more bridge stuff )

-: Didn't bring a camera.
+: Had my cell phone, so could call other people interested in the bridge walk.
+: Met up with Cthulhia, JB, and met Claudia, as I was finishing my walk up and back.
+: Walked the bridge again with company.
+: Heard songs from "Sweeney Todd" I'd not heard before (perhaps the first time those songs were sung on the bridge?).
+: Stickers!
+: Ride home from Lechmere.
+: With a stop for ice cream at Christina's on the way.

+: The bread (with rye flour, hot cereal, sunflower seeds, almonds, half soy milk instead of water) I'd left on timebake had come out fine.
+: Brought it to Queue and Hrafn's housewarming.
+: There was also yummy, though very green, felafel to eat.
+: Got to play Boggle.
+: Got to see friends.
+: Got to see how Body Boggle is played
-: Sore throat worse.
-: Headache, barely noticed earlier, worse.
-: Sickness making me unsociable.
-: Had to leave early.

-: Fever.
+: Finally brought in (my usual bedroom) light from the sukkah.
-: Broke off a nail while doing it.
-: Bed early (or is this a +?)

Sitting in the parlor

Eating bread and honey. Well, it was my office. But that was all I ate at work today. Wasn't interested in anything else. I managed to be partly productive at work, getting things done that I'd promised, but spacing about a meeting (though no one called when I was late, either).

I can't tell if it's early days on this cold, or it's fading. I keep noticing the difference between an actually sore throat and one that is dry, but not actually sore. Perhaps it will not grow?

Actually, it's been a good day. I had some thoughtful email conversations, and I came home to find a surprise package from my currently Texas-based friend: a card that made me laugh out loud (how often do you see a lizard in a sombrero?), a recipe for a fruit slump (Slumps are an old-fashioned kind of fruit dessert. Really.), and a kid's book with awesome cover art that I'm not letting myself read until I thank to her (I owe her a call, even before this).

Though I haven't done any of the tasks that could've been done around the house, I managed to assemble a vegan dinner that I was pleased with (pantry cooking, again: leftover rice, black beans, corn, buttercup squash, slivered almonds, salsa. weird but what I wanted.), and read some comfortable old kid books. And now I sit here feeling vaguely French, with the sounds of bistro accordion music from next door mixing with the occasional cries of the new human downstairs who hasn't figured out many skills yet, so is keeping the crying polished, as it were. All I need is a red checked tablecloth, a candle stuck in an empty wine bottle, and some country French food. Hm. I suppose that's a lot.