Ick Day 2

Avocado's fever has broken. She's still asleep, so I haven't been able to verify any other improvements, but no fever is good fever in my book. Spouse still in considerable pain and is catastrophizing madly ("What if I've ruptured a disk? What if I'm like this forever!"). Our Kindly Chiropractor has agreed to meet us at his office at 11, so attention will be paid. And I've got a stash of painkillers, if he needs it (Greg House would love me...until he'd popped all the pills). Sarcasm Girl is slowly pulling herself out of bed. Her ills are not of the body, at least not yet. And the dog, while a little peppier than yesterday, is showing distressing physical signs of not being on top of her game (I will spare you the details. Wish I could have spared myself the details.)

On the other hand: there's frost on the windows of the cars outside! While walking Emily this morning I saw a sight I had not expected to see in San Francisco: a man scraping his windshield! And, as from tomorrow on I am going to attempt some sort of nutritional virtue, today I'm going to make something year-end yummy. Wonder what? (Yesterday I made split pea soup, which was perfect for chill and wind, but I'm thinking something Grander for tonight.) Film at eleven.