On Saturday I was poisoned by food. Food poisoning … that is. There is something about seeing your dinner after it has left your stomach that makes you never want to eat that food again. I once knew someone who could not eat blueberries for this very reason. Lasagna used to be one of my favorite foods. By the way, I don’t think it was the lasagna that poisoned me, I think it was a sample of turkey kielbasa that I ate at Trader Joe’s. By Sunday I was better, but Paul had to stay home with me Monday and Tuesday to help me take care of Eli. I have to say, it’s great to be back in the land of the living. Surprisingly, I missed not being able to take care of and respond to Eli. Paul was wonderful. He has a totally different approach to running a household. He sat down and wrote a schedule first thing every morning and proceded to follow it like a good construction superintendant should. I think he is glad to be back at work today.
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