22. the irony.

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A few posts ago, I mentioned that I had starts on several additional posts. Many, if not most, of those were going to be about food.

Which makes this week all that much more entertaining.

On Sunday morning, I woke up at my folks’ house feeling a little uncomfortable. We helped them with a couple of chores and started to pack up to head back to Pittsburgh. And somewhere in the middle of that process, I felt like I had been hit by a stack of bricks. I had to spend the first an endless number of visits to the bathroom and then take a 90-minute nap before Mrs. Crappy got us back home in record time (while I was moaning in the passenger seat next to her).

Since then? A lot of pooping and puking. And not a lot of what I’d call “food.”

It hasn’t been a good week. It won’t be a good day tomorrow, when I’m having chicken noodle soup and Pedialyte for Thanksgiving.

And, as you’ve probably noticed, it’s blown NaBloPoMo completely out of the water. I’ll do what I can to make up some remaining posts between now and Saturday night, but I’m thinking I may not get to nine more between now and the start of December.

Or maybe I can squeeze in a few in between glasses of Pedialyte.

 

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