For awhile, I had four or five kinds of pears waiting to be photographed. Then the holidays came and went, and I honestly don’t recall eating these. But I bet the fruit flies have fond memories.

I don’t think I had beef stew three nights in a row, although this perpetual fog of a cold can’t be trusted. Fri. night must have been chowder night. Every night has been good for chowder or stew, doesn’t matter, it’s still raining.

GoldenEye. So long ago. So many things forgotten. Back when Pierce Brosnan was new to the role.

Dinner was once again stew (I made a lot when I got some energy Friday). One of those nights, there was clam chowder. And ribs. But what a perfect movie to be unwell during.

The only good thing about this bug is the lack of appetite. But during the movie, I decided it was snack time, and got a bag of chips out. Ate three or four and decided that was enough. I told you I was sick.

Saturday I thought I was well. Trying to catch up on work, I fell asleep in my chair several times before giving up and taking a nap for two hours. Over beef stew I watched The Tick and the Uncommon Cold, and I could commiserate. Before that, it was The Tick and El Seed.

After that I watched another episode of MI-5, the show that makes my heart beat fast.