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If this had been a sit-at-my-desk-and-write workday, I probably would've been fine. Unfortunately, it was a criss-crossing-campus-and-standing-a-lot day, with several long walks in the biting wind. By noon, I was feeling ill. By 2:30, I was miserable. I cut out of work early, came home, and fell asleep on the couch in front of a long series of baseball games.

I remember some muddled bits here and there, so I must have woken intermittently. I woke up briefly to hear that the Orioles' opener was interrupted by a snow delay - I looked out the window and indeed, snow was falling sideways while the sun shone. In my groggy state it had the feel of a dream. When I next woke, the O's were tied 4-4 in the 12th. We switched to the game long enough to see them win it in the 13th, 6-5. Incredibly satisfying! I know they have no chance, but that just makes it more fun to see them win. I adore underdogs.

curiousangel said I didn't have to cook dinner, but takeout was unappealing to me and I knew I wanted more to eat than canned soup. I took some "turkey chops" (slices of raw turkey breast, vaguely chop-shaped), slathered them with mustard, wrapped them in bacon, and threw them on the George Foreman grill for five minutes. I steamed a bunch of fresh asparagus, topped it with lemon butter hastily produced in the microwave, and cut big wedges of sourdough bread. It was a remarkably good dinner for about twenty minutes of effort, and I felt much better after eating it.

Tomorrow I have to go to work, because I have a full clinic schedule. I hope I feel better.