Good grief have I ever been sick the past couple of days. I’ve had a stomach virus that tore me up.
I caught it from Flapjack. On Sunday, we were at a friend’s for her Holiday Open House. When we arrived, all was well. Twenty minutes later, Flapjack was decking her halls with regurgitated cider and Cheerios. I’m all about making an impression at parties. I don’t want people to ever forget meeting me. I guess Flapjack is a chip off the old block.
I nursed him through the 24-hour bug, and then of course caught it myself. I’ll spare you the gruesome details, but the best word I can think of to describe my illness was “violent.” Even my eyeballs hurt from the strain. Yuck.
But the beauty of being sick (besides weight loss) is a couple of days in bed. I’ve used my sick time to catch up on some reading — thank goodness I’d been to the library recently. I even finished one book, and so was able to feel the satisfaction of deleting a row on my spreadsheet.
Say what, you say?
Yep, a spreadsheet. I keep a spreadsheet of all the books I want to read. One page is for fiction, one for non-fiction. The lists are in alphabetical order by author name, and the columns include the title and call number, if it’s non-fiction. I even have a column where I can note if the book is at one of my two neighborhood libraries (if that column is blank, I know I’ll have to order the book). Here’s a little snippet of one of my spreadsheets:
So as I’m reading a book review, or listening to an author on a talk show, and something piques my interest, I whip out the laptop and add to my spreadsheet. Then, when I make a library run, I print it out and take it with me. I only allow myself one off-spreadsheet book per trip. Otherwise, I stick to books on my list. I think it’s a very sensible way to keep track of what I’d like to read. Don’t you?
No, I’ve not (yet) been diagnosed with OCD.
Please tell me you do something equally anal/obnoxious.
OMGosh! There's no doubt! We were separated at birth! This is terrific