So... the day after I blather about being a hypochondriac but how I'm probably not really sick, I come down with something. I have no energy - which may have something to do with the fact that I've slept no more than 5 or 6 hours a night for the past week - and my appetite is way down. (although a big ribeye steak sounds good right now)
Apparently I'm going to be sick during the Country Radio Seminar in Nashville next week, which is never a good thing. There IS a small piece of positive news though... I've been sick during seminar before, (this is my 17th year in a row) and it seems that massive consumption of scotch actually kills germs. I'll keep you updated...
It rained a ton here yesterday, which is the second time this winter we dodged a bullet. Ten degrees colder and we would have been buried in snow.
I'm trying hard to get pumped up about the Oscars tonight, but as Bill Maher says, it's "when Hollywood salutes the finest films nobody has ever seen."
I'm hoping to adopt a better attitude about it by broadcast time. Mikey and I installed a pair of surround speakers in my basement ceiling yesterday, so we will hear all the arrogance, false angst and gross opulence in Dolby 5.1 surround. I can't wait to hear the fake thankfulness, sobbing like an Anna Nicole judge... and long, drag-on speeches cut off by music in the crystal clarity that Klipsch is famous for.
I witnessed Violet whip up one of my least favorite recipes this morning, Waldorf Salad. For me, anything that mixes mayonnaise, nuts, grapes, celery and raisins is the equivalent of ipecac.
She's attending her friend's baby shower today and provided the Waldorf, along with a regular salad, beer, wine and an assortment of other things... all efficiently prepared or organized while I, the sick, whiney baby, looked on.
That's all I got. Have a nice rest-of-the-weekend.