I woke up Tuesday morning with a sore throat, and by that evening, I felt like I was swallowing gravel. Minimally better the next morning, I dragged myself into the office, but by mid-afternoon, it was clear that I shouldn’t be in a building full of healthy people. I waved the white flag, begged for permission to work from home on Thursday, and have been huddled up in flannel pajamas in my freezing-cold apartment ever since. Before I left for Brooklyn, though, I stopped at the grocery store.
What? Shopping for your sick day is totally normal.
Up to that point, nothing had sounded appetizing; my diet consisted of Advil Cold & Sinus, coffee, green tea, Halls Defense vitamin C drops, and Airborne (the lemon-lime formula, natch). I wasn’t even hungry enough to spend much time on my usual food-blog rotation, and that’s saying something. You can imagine my shock, then, to click over to one of my favorite home-design sites, see a recipe for vegetarian chili and hear my body scream, “WANT THAT. NOW.” Obviously, it was trying to tell me something.