two words i never thought i'd be using together. however, while running a thousand degree (or so) fever this weekend, those words did bump up against each other in my brain.
not too unusual when you consider that it was the only meal i ate all weekend. okay, unless you count two separate times i ate reese's peanut butter cups. and those don't count, because i wasn't really hungry, but woke up in the middle of the night thinking "i really ought to be eating something," and lo and behold there sat my roomie's stash of peanut butter cups within finger's distance!
on the plus side, chicken broth brings back memories of sick days as a child, when mom and dad thought chicken broth was penicillin.
on the other plus side, fever seems to work out plot questions for me in the book i'm working on. for example, when looking over the events of the little bighorn (long story about why a book would deal with the battle of the little bighorn), many answers were boiled down for me in a very humbling way. more on this later after i get more sleep and more broth.
mmmm, broth.
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