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I, alas, have the same coughing and spewing thing, that I am sure you have. I thought it was gone last week and then it reappeard this week. I am so irritated. My family is going to NYC for 3 days in less than 1-1/2 weeks and we’ll all be going through this crap again. We all have it in some form. I have the nasal drip and the runny nose. Hubby has the runny nose and son has the coughing and a bit of the nose thing. So, don’t feel bad, Bakerina, you are just part of a large group of suffering people.

Anyway, don’t feel bad. We’ll look forward to more baking soon. I did very little baking this week too - just one loaf of Garlic Bubble Loaf (what I am famous for) and some Lemon Blackberry Scones (from the Best of the Best of America cookbook). That was it. I had to use up the blackberries that were sitting in the refrigerator way too long and some Meyer Lemons).

I look forward to more posts soon.

Take care of yourself,

RisaG

Ummm.  Bake, a little less Robitussin and a little more sleep.  That shit’s causing you unjustified paranoia and an unfortunate amount of worry. 

Or you could just try my Vodka-OJ-leftover-harcotic painpill cocktail followed by a Nyquil chaser.  Hell if you’re going to have paranoid hallucinations, you might as well go whole hog getting ‘em.

Feel better soon.  I want to hear about that cake and chase crumbs wherever they happen to fall.

Please, Delsym.  For your cough.  Robitussin doesn’t last long enough.  May you recover soon!

M

If I were an evil manipulative bastard, I would point out that Bakerina’s nosedive into guilt-ridden despair presents us with a golden opportunity. We could all band together and tell her how our lives have been ruined, ruined I tell you, by Bakerina’s failings and that the only way to appease us is with gargantuan quantites of baked goods. Bakerina’s misery could be our good fortune. (Fortunately, I’m not an evil bastard, and such a thought would never occur to me.)

Please feel better soon, Bakerina.

please.  don’t say ‘cake’ to me this early in the morning.  i’ve asked you soo many times…

as one of my favorite comics has been known to say, ‘when life gives you lemons; try to find someone whose life has given them vodka.’

and really, for kids your age, i recommend triaminic.  it puts em out like fuckn magic.

20mg of valium and a decent massage would help too.  come to think of it.

i’ll be back with more helpful suggestions as they come to me…

Oh, Risa, your poor family.  My husband and I don’t have kids yet, but we anticipate years of winters of sharing the same cold with our wee bairns, to say nothing of stomach viruses.  I hope y’all feel better in time to enjoy your trip to NYC.  What will you be doing while you’re here?

Now, ‘mouse, you’ve known me long and well enough to know that I don’t need cold medication to make me worried and paranoid.  Seriously, I appreciate your concern, but this will blow over as soon as I get better.  While I try not to wallow, I also know that denying it won’t make it go away any faster.  It just makes me mean and slow.

Michella, thanks for the tip.  Sorry you got here on Cranky Day.

Tvindy, you evil, manipulative bastard.  I kid, of course.  What I meant was oh, you daaaarling!  Yesterday was a particularly miserable day, second only to Thursday, when I left work early only to have to dodge green-beer-puking teenagers and businessmen at the St. Patrick’s Day parade.  Reading this was one of the two best laughs I’d had all week.  (The other came from Lloyd, who greeted me when I called his office with a riff from the David Lynch movie Lost Highway.  You would have had to have been there, but trust me, it was funny.)

Collena!  Collena, Collena, Collena!  (Er, I mean, morning, honey.) I used to love Triaminic.  Unfortunately, the older I get, the more batshit crazy I seem to be made by “nighttime” OTC cold formulas.  I used to take Drixoral for my sinus headaches, but now when I take them, I become convinced that I am to blame for Everything Going Wrong in the Known World (And Probably An Unknown World or Two).  Maybe there is something to a lemon and vodka regime after all…

rendezvous is sublime… when taken?

Why, thank you, dearheart!  You know how I feel about your photography, so this is high praise indeed.

This was taken in September, on a certain Labor Day weekend trip I took to a certain town in Colorado to visit a certain very dear friend of ours.  The day we drove up into the mountains, the weather was not behaving itself; visibility was bad and it rained just enough for us to have to eat our picnic lunch in the car.  Every once in a while, though, the clouds would break and the sky would be this brilliant shade of blue, and the foothills would show themselves.

I have some nice pictures of bluffs, too, and I got at least one shot of a group of elk (what is the collective word for elk?) outside of Famous Resort Town.  Those will probably turn up as soon as I run out of readable prose again. 

Bakerina, dearest, we’ve talked about your use of that word, yes? And here it is again… seven times, at that! Repetition can be a fine literary device (when used sparingly); this is just a device, yes? Of course it is.

How ‘bout that cake?