Recovering

The cold is 98% gone. I felt well enough this weekend to partake of hard, physical and invigorating yard maintenance and some in-unit chores. (memo to self: reconvene with YM & YL regarding what constitutes clean in Deborah's World.)

YL's employer has been buzzing in her ear, and by extension, mine, about Fabuloso. This weekend was the trial by jury. While it may not be a match for Neurotic Intensity, it did itself proud enough to warrant, at the very least, more testing. For now, my kitchen looks and smells as good as I almost feel.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go partake of what may well be, my last meal prepared by hands other than my own, for awhile, anyway.