I’m still sick. I don’t feel much pity for myself, by that definition I’m not much of a man. I’m considering calling in sick tomorrow, mostly because my work-thursday start at 8 am and finishes at 6.30 pm. I’m not sure if I can go through with that, at least not without feeling like a dead cat afterwards. I can manage four hours of teaching while sick, but not seven plus an hour meeting.
I had my first attempt at a new gourmet meal yesterday, duck in orange sauce with grenaille de rosenwald potatos, mushrooms and aspargus. It was fantastic! I will transform the rest of the sauce into a basis for chicken soup today. Or rather, duck soup with chicken.
Right now, I’m going to sleep for an hour. Then make soup!