I am having an obnoxiously boring weekend, because I’m still f#^%$ing sick, coughing and drippy – at least, sick enough to not feel like doing much but well enough to be bored by not doing much. I suspect some of that is also residue of not having eaten much the last several days. I did go out twice today, once for bagels with Ted after he got back from rowing, and once to walk him to the train station, since he’s off to Taiwan for a couple of weeks.

I am determinedly not thinking about earthquakes, since Taiwan is as prone to them as Japan. (Though I do need to think about them soon, as I should send some money to the Red Cross or someone working on quake relief.) One young women in Ted’s group who’s also traveling there today called him this afternoon all panicked about what’s happening with the nuclear plant. I’m not at all worried about that (for Ted – I am for people close to it), both because it seems to be heading toward containment and because Taiwan is far enough away that I think it wold be safe even in a Chernobyl style accident. The prevailing winds don’t blow that way.

Of course, Ted’s leaving is the major reason for my discontent, along with not having been up to doing anything fun for my birthday. On the way back from the train station I stopped at the supermarket for ingredients to make chicken soup from scratch tomorrow, which will hopefully both sooth my throat and provide nourishment. Being sick on a Saturday particularly sucks here, because even if I feel better tomorrow, I can’t do much, except go for a row or a bike ride – and I don’t expect to be well enough for that. All the stores are closed here on Sundays. Museums are open but this is a small city and I’ve been to all of them – not up for a day trip anywhere else.

Grumble. I know, I’m whiny. At least I have plenty to read, lots of yarn and a small project for tomorrow (the soup). I’ve even got the matzah meal Mom brought me, if I want to make matzah balls. And I have things to look forward to: not only a trip home in April when my parents will come visit at our house in OR, but a long weekend in Venice before that, courtesy of my husband managing a brilliant and majorly romantic birthday gift idea. But I’m siiiiick, and I’m tiired of being siiiiiiick, and (actually Ted may be glad he’s on a plane now).