We are in a spiral of rapid deterioration here, so don't expect much today. I mean, people pay me the big bucks to do things I couldn't hold my head up long enough to do today. I do this for nothing. Get the picture?
If you promise not to tell, I'll let you know how I got through the day. The Food Network. I've never watched it (or anything else, come to think of it) for five hours at a stretch before, but it was there and it was easy to doze through and not feel as though I've missed anything. After all, I'm never going to try any of those recipes.
I think I'm in love with Rachael Ray, though. She does a show called 30-Minute Meals, which just happened to be on twice during my stupor. Now here's a person who could get me interested in cooking. What's not to like about something tasty you can do in thirty minutes?
On the other hand, it was all I could do to pour tomato soup out of the can and into the pan tonight. Nothing else appealed to me, and I didn't have any in the house, so I cajoled Mom into bringing me a couple of cans of the stuff. Mmm-mmm good. Much better than that awful instant oatmeal I had last night.
I didn't let Mom stay very long, though. I don't want her (or anyone else) to get what I have. I wouldn't wish it on an enemy, much less a loved one. That's why I'm staying home and watching Survivor alone. The rest of the family is gathering for a big party, but I'm trying to conserve some strength to see if I might be able to get to Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow.
It's not looking good right now, though.