And then I caught it.
The cold, that is. Funny creatures, those illnesses. Completely gone without a trace from one person for days before showing up in the next. Brett spent the better part of last week nursing something that kept him down, tired and sniffly and dreary.
And then he was fine. Fine enough to go to San Francisco for a meeting on Friday (and fine enough to venture to the Mission to bring back Tartine for me …), fine enough for a fun date night on Friday, fine enough to join me in approximately 19 hours of “BCS National Championship keepaway” (which did not end well and let’s please not talk about it), and fine enough for a 90-minute spinning class Saturday morning.
Not sure if it was the football excitement or the 90 minutes of sweating or the overwhelming perfection of the Tartine morning bun, but somewhere in there I realized I wasn’t feeling quite right. Light-headed. Raw in the throat. Then heavy in the head. The sniffly. Uh oh. I spent the rest of yesterday and all day today swinging between “oughhhhhh I need to lie down” and “hey, I think I’m feeling better!,” all the time wishing my body would just decide so I didn’t have to keep wavering on plans and getting all the way out of the house before realizing I really don’t actually feel that well.
And this is all to say that today’s lunch was actually quite helpful, on a cold, rainy, lethargic day. A hearty bowl of Minnesota wild rice (perhaps no surprise that when sick, I pick the only food item in the house from my home state), mixed with some steamed Chinese broccoli and topped with a poached egg and a hearty squeeze of lemon. Simple, nutritious, warm, filling.
