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Sweet Mom brought a cold with her when she visited over the weekend. She usually stays away when she's sick, but since there's a three month old baby at the Jimbos', she kept the cold away from the Wee Beastie. And then stayed an extra day because she was afraid of infecting the rest of them. Fine for them, but it hit me like a freight train at 4 a.m. I understand, of course, but I'm still grumpy.

Could be worse. OTC meds are handling the worst of the symptoms. Sweet Dad went to the supermarket and got a few supplies for me, bless his sweet heart. (He even got organic celery instead of regular celery!) I've had juice, breakfast, and a quart of water since I got up again two hours ago. Now I'm improvising a chicken soup recipe from half a dozen recipes I've seen online and will set it on to stew (cooking the carrots and celery) for a few hours while I nap.

Edit: I promised earlier that I'd post the chicken soup slow cooker recipe under a cut if it turned out well. ( Read more... )