I've been puny

Food poisoning Monday - just a touch. I made it through the testing session at the jail, but that two hour commute home was a trial. Had to stop and hurl twice, BUT didn't get any on myself or the car. The skills we learn in college return when we need them! Got home and had the magic food for a sick tummy - milk toast. The right way to make milk toast is to make two pieces of taost, spread with butter, sprinkle with sugar and cinnamon, put in a bowl, then pour about a cup of hot milk over it all and eat it with a spoon. It tells my tummy that everything is OK now. It's magic from childhood. Do you have magic cures? My niece believes in Vicks Vaporrub and red flannel on the throst for a cold. Dh makes a chicken soup that would cause the dead to rise and walk if you could get them to eat it after a bout of the flu. I have a friend that swears by going to bed in wet socks to fend off a cold. What magic cures do you use?

Tuesday, after twelve hours of sleep, I woke about four pound lighter, a bit light-headed from dehydration, and feeling SO much better!! Isn't it wonderful how good you feel after you have felt really crappy? I made it in to work and proctored GED tests for civilians, which meant lots of knitting time. The latest orphan sweater is one sleeve and a blocking away from completion. That's the grey and blueboo striped one.

Today, again I proctored GED in the jail, which means they don't let me play with pointy sticks. However, I was able to organize my week and then some. Knitting will be happening on March the 8th. It's also a party to celebrate my birthday, so you are all invited! (my birthday is 3/4/50) The theme is Country Casual. I'm serving brownies and oatmeal-raisin cookies and cupcakes and savory biscuit bites (recipe to follow) And fruit of some kind. Any suggestions? The table will be set with a variety of placemats, miscellaneous dishes, and mugs - all dishwasher safe.(the good china gets the hand-wash treatment)

Later today, I proctored pesticide tests for one of the horticulture classes. (you can lead a whore to culture but you can't make her think.) This means I had fifteen minutes of preparation, twenty minutes of fairly frantic activity getting everyone started, and then an hour and fourty minutes of good knitting time. About halfway through the test I spoke into the silence and said, "This would be a good time to make sure your question number and answer number correspond. It's easy to get off by one or two as you go along." And from the back of the room, someone hissed, "Oh, shit!" I love my job!!

It was a warm. lovely day. I came home to find that, Oh joy!, the first daffodil has bloomed!

Fly, well-padded in his winter overcoat, is enjoying the mildness. Isn't this just a Prosperous cat?

The magnolia buds are beginning to swell. Ah spring! The frogs are playing huggy bumpbump in the ponds. And the young people on campus are shedding clothes as fast as they can!