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A banana and two bowls of applesauce does not much nourishment make. I hope that my dear spouse will be home soon with soup, because I'm hungry, but can't really swallow anything. We make quite a pair right now. He's feeling much better, I had a sore throat last night, and woke up this morning feeling really icky-like sore throat pre-tonsillectomy levels. Ick, ick, ick. And once again, my nose is mostly clear, which is why I'm perhaps more stressed than usual about a sore throat. That and the fact that I have people coming over on Monday.

Meanwhile, I've been alternately cleaning and sleeping. And cleaning and sleeping. And watching the cats play in the broken, empty suitcase in the living room.

Soup time.