Cooked out.

I, my friends, am exhausted. Except that I drank tea too late in the evening and forgot to take my Unisom an hour ago and if I take it now I'll be drowsy in the morning.

The plague seems to be making its round in the household. Christen is now sick, and I'm not letting him so much as touch me. I seriously pick up everything, and I'm finally feeling like my regular self.

I'm feeling so much like my regular self that I overdid myself tonight. Since the hubby is sick, I took to taking care of Spencer while trying to cook. Thankfully I got home before they did and was able to start dinner ... I made that white bean chicken chili, and was really good! Not something I'd usually make, but damn tasty. If you follow the recipe, I say this: don't be scared of the peppers because it wasn't spicy at all; use every bit of what it says. Also, it needs salt and pepper, so ... salt and pepper liberally (but taste it, don't oversalt). Then I made four dozen Pina Colada cookies, fed Spencer his dinner, and then made a triple recipe of baked macaroni and cheese. Why all the cooking? Our favorite support has macular degeneration and had to suddenly retire, and tomorrow is her last day. We've decided to do a potluck for her, so I volunteered for the cookies and mac & cheese. One day I'll start only signing up for one item. One day. I always make a double batch of mac & cheese for potlucks, but my sick husband told me I couldn't tease him like that, so I had to make a single batch for home as well.

Thankfully, tomorrow is Wednesday, and Wednesday is Restaurant day. I'm voting for Mexican (Guadalajara here I come!) but I think that sicky over there is going to want to go somewhere he can get soup, so we'll probably end up at some chain restaurant. Oh well. A girl can dream, right?