I'm not sick.

Here's some facts I learned about being sick, while I was growing up:

1.) sick = throwing up or having a fever. If you don't have either, you're not sick.

2.) moms don't get sick

3.) if moms DO get sick, they have to pretend they're not sick and just keep going. Even if it's walking pneumonia and a camping trip.

Of course #3 never comes up because of #1 and #2. It's just theoretical.

So I'm there at #1 and #2 today. I have a headache and a cough and am congested. Plus, I didn't get enough sleep. Because the Grand Lunar discovered that The Office was on some french website or something. I don't know. All I know is that we could watch the entire current season of The Office. And Pam didn't go through with the wedding! That's good! But Jim did move away from Scranton. That's bad. But maybe he'll have to move back! That's good. But he's so nice now that other girl likes him. That's bad. And Michael was just so painfully Michael.

So anyway. Now I'm back to what used to happen when we had TV. I have to actually wait a whole week to find out what happens. That's sad.

I bought a little more yarn last night, so I could make a poncho for Eminoodle. It won't be a surprise because 1.) if I knit only when she's in bed it'll REALLY never get done, and 2.) I wanted her input on yarn. I was at first going to make it just with yarn we already have. But then I figure that the chances are slim that I'll finish it while she still lives here, so I better at least make it what she likes the first time. So I better get knitting. In my spare time. Which I think I'll have a lot of, today.

Because I'm not planning on walking. I'm on the verge of giving up. Despite 500 miles still being a stretch but attainable.

Why would I give up when I'm so close? Because I keep sleeping in and dawdling and then I have no good time to walk. I don't do well without a buddy, without the camaraderie to spur me on. I guess. I don't know. Mostly because I've always been a quitter and I just think it's time.

I am making a quickbread for breakfast. After I found the recipe I multiplied it by 1.5 so I could put it in my LONG bread pan, which holds about 1.5 x what my regular ones do.

Only when I went to pour the batter into the pan it filled it totally to the very top rim. What?

Then I read the LAST part of the recipe, where it said "pour into one 9x5x3 pan or two 5x3 breadpans"

Oh. So someone else on earth already HAS a big long breadpan like mine, and the recipe was already FOR that. Go figure. I never would've guessed. So when I multiplied it, without reading the pan sizes ... I made a big tactical error. I just stuck it in the oven anyway. It's probably dripping all over the bottom of the oven now. Although it smells good, not burning, so maybe it's not. I'm afraid to look.

Sometimes while I'm typing, my children come up to me and say, "Mom ..." and just start talking, and they are well into what they are saying before they really have my attention. And then I spend the rest of what they are saying trying to figure out what the topic is. Then I feel bad.

The only good side to this not sick and brain fog is at least I don't remember how spacey I am for very long.

What were we talking about?