oyster crackers...

That's my breakfast. Oyster crackers, graham crackers and ginger ale. Ben and I both have a minor case of food poisoning (his is slightly worse than mine). We made falafel and hummus last night for dinner, and we're trying to figure out what is causing the assplosions. I'm pretty sure it's the dolmas that we opened four weeks ago that have been in the fridge since. Ben thinks it was the falafels themselves because he didn't wash the beans properly before soaking them (and our oil was too hot, so they looked great on the outside but were gooshy in the middle). We still have a bunch of leftover falafel in the freezer, so when we bust those out for a quick dinner, I'll bake them up for reheating to get the middles cooked better. But I thank the Lord that we have two bathrooms now. Ben and I have never been sick at the same time (except for that night in California where we each had 1-1/2 bottles of cheap wine), and I'm glad we can have our own space. He's passed out on the couch right now. I hope he feels better soon. I think I'm over the worst of it. Now I just have to deal with an iffy tummy all day — something I'm oh-so used to.

So, I've already failed on my January knitting goals. The granny squares didn't get touched and the scarf is almost done. I could have finished it yesterday, but cooking our ill-fated feast was labor intensive took a long time. Wasn't in the mood.

I should get to work. Theoretically, there's a big quarterly catalog due tomorrow. Pretty sure that ain't happening. I enjoy this working from home thing, even if I'm still doing the same ol' crap from my old job. At least I don't have to physically see or hear anyone freaking out about some stupid thing. That helps.