I finally went to the doc to see if it's just been a rhinovirus or if I have Haemophilus influenzae which is bacterial, as opposed to "the" flu which is viral -- hmmm...

Turned out the G-Man had h. influenzae (he'd basically been sick off and on since Thanksgiving), and it was time to ascertain whether the lingering tiredness, mucosity, and intermittent sore throat I've entertained for more than two weeks was perhaps worthy of antibiotics as well.

So I spent two. hours. waiting. to. see. the. doctor.

Yes, that's right -- my appointment time was 11:15 and I finally saw her after 1:00 PM. And now I wait until the results of my throat culture come back, hopefully on Friday. We do like her, and partly because she does care enough to talk and listen to all her patients, and that was why she was so late (someone before me was apparently having personal as well as physical crisis), but I have to say it was a rather sizable chunk out of my day. And my productivity had already been shot by staying home the day before, when I slept for four hours (remember the lingering tiredness?)

However, what I really meant to post about was how much better this blog would be if I let G-Man do the Sunday supper club posts. We are hosting one of our PASTA (HUUC service auction) dinner offerings this Sunday, and here's how he described it in the auction catalog:

La Comida di mi Vida -- Guerrero Sunday dinner OLD STYLE, the way the Tias STILL make it.

• Pollo en Mole: tender steamed chicken smothered in rich spicy chocolate peanut sauce,
• Mexican rice redolent of cumin,
• hours simmered frijoles borrachos,
• home-made flour tortillas and salsa fresca.

Finish it off with

• Pan de Dulce (mexican sweet bread - real bread not that gringo pancreas/thymus stuff!) and
• a steaming mug of Chocolate Popular (can you say choh-koh-lah-teh poh-poo-lahr?) -- cinnamony mexican hot chocolate! And maybe a shot of Kahlua or Tequila liqueur?

The food of my youth!

Now isn't that a heck of a lot more appealing than my dinner menus?