Weekend Reads v. 7.2.2025
Dips for dinner.
At first, we thought we had the flu. And then 5 days in, the tell-tell schizophrenic nature of covid kept playing on repeat, so who knows which illness we have in this house. Even the cat is sneezing. We feel so horrible after this, the third round of viruses we have welcomed into our home since New Years, that we have taken to carb loading homemade soda bread in an effort to find some consistent energy. (Sorry, waistline.)
This weekend, we’ll watch the big game but mainly for the commercials and as an excuse to eat dips for dinner. We will probably sleep like marathoners and go through more boxes of tissues. I’ve got to power through this second weekend of February as I have a quilt to finish (see below if you’re interested) and next weekend I’ll be going to my very first ball!
I hope you are not also entertaining a virus and instead have plans to be outdoors or, at the very least, untethered from the Kleenex.
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