Sleeping with bread: Croutons

My Sleeping With Bread friend Mary Lue, mentioned last week that little crackers would suffice for bread in a pinch. So this week I'll call my bread Croutons.

This week has had both kinds of croutons, the too-crunchy-stale-out-of-the-box-kind and the tasty made at home with lots of garlic and butter kind. I suppose I'll start with the stale croutons first.

Stale croutons:

I have acquired a mean-spirited cold that does not want to quit. I'm foggy headed, feverish, and sleep-seeking. It is my main focus to consume lots and lots of OJ, Tea and anything else that is liquid. I even went to the doctors to check for strep - thankfully it isn't. Only a virus that lasts at least only 10 days, so says the Dr.

I'm frustrated that apparently some disorder and mess was left at the end of a youth event on Friday. Instead of spending a day away from work, this afternoon, I will now have to deal with the group that may or may not be responsible for the problem.
Conflict is so not my gig, but respect for each others property and person is paramount. So later today the discussion begins. RESPECT... tell me what it means to me.

The Electric Co. raised its kilowatt rates. I opened the bill this morning and exclaimed, "Wow!" Not in a good way.

I'm speaking at a student fellowship on Tuesday for 4 groups of students. I'm not feeling ready.


Tasty garlic butter croutons:

I began to partially regain my sense of smell yesterday afternoon as my son was snacking on jalapeno kettle chips. Man are they funky smelling!

By this afternoon, I will have the mystery of the crepe paper and tarter sauce packets resolved.

The sub zero winter chill is fading here. It has been reaching the 40's this weekend and there are rumors of 60 degrees by Wednesday. I can turn the heat down. :)

French onion soup is quite tasty, even when you have a cold.

I'm speaking at a student fellowship on Tuesday for 4 groups of students. I'm excited to see how it goes.

A worry that was heavily weighing on me last week, was lifted. I'm breathing a bit easier.

I will peel myself away from the computer today, and go soak up a good book the old fashioned way, page by page.

There is a community Valentines party that I'll be helping out with later this week, it should be a grand time.

I have a gig on Friday night - it's the first in a long while.

I'm making an effort to keep an eye on what I'm actually eating. I used to use a journal and successfully once lost over 30 pounds as a part of that discipline. Since exercise had become more and more regular to me since last April, keeping track if my intake (what I need as well as what I don't) may be to tool that I've been missing in my effort to be healthier.

I was unexpectedly told, "I love you." yesterday. It's still making me smile.

This week is Valentines Day. I keep trying to think upon sweet words and thoughts, even in the midst of dealing with conflict. Here are some wise words from Madeline L'Engle to ponder along in spite my cold affected mindset. Be well and don't forget the croutons, the tasty kind.

When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability... To be alive is to be vulnerable.

I like the fact that in ancient Chinese art the great painters always included a deliberate flaw in their work: human creation is never perfect.
Madeleine L'Engle