I am so low enegry right now. I'm just barely hanging in there this morning. Ran 4 miles and am blogging about it in spite of being in a hurry to get out the door for this weekend after I laid awake most of the night worried we were all dying of botchulism...you heard me, botchulism. I let my 13 year old make dinner. After we'd eaten, I congratulated her good work, and asked what she put in the spaghetti sauce (it tasted a little funny). She replied "I don't know but the can was shaped weird and it sort of hissed for a while as I opened it. It tasted funny.' So I'm sitting at the table, all of us having fully ingested anaerobic microbial bacteria from canned tomatoes. Fabulous. Guess what the best part is? Go ahead, guess.....neurological symptoms take 3-10 days to manifest. And they are incurable. I love having botchulism, it's so much more exciting that regular old salmonilla or listeria. I get to talk to poision control every day for the next week. It reminds me of when my daughter put a castor bean in her mouth she plucked from the sumac plants that grow behind our house in San Diego. They look just like pinto bean once you peel them out of that prickley red ball. Why do we always have to get ricin and botchulism? So if I start seeing double, or if my son's eyelids droop, or my daughter has trouble speaking and we all end up in ICU, you'll know why I stopped blogging :) | 