California Looooove

Last night, I was determined to feel better. I was still feeling like crap when Jan came over. I was feeling a little less crap when James and Friend came over. Three of us are Californian. I finally felt at home.

James opened the fridge at one point and said "Your FRIDGE, Callie! It's so HEALTHY!"

We did California things, listened to California Music, and watched California videos. A not so California video was Song of the South, from which we watched the "Tar Baby" segment. Cue the Americans in the room (including Dillon--who is in fact from South Carolina) being horrified, looking away, and the Europeans going "I don't get why it's racist. It's talking animals."

"Uncle Remus is a happy slave!" says I.

"It takes place after the end of slavery!" says Rory.

"Well he's a happy SHARECROPPER!" Dillon says, in the corner, not making eye contact with anyone.

Oh my goodness, it was fun.

For the first time--I felt BETTER. Actually better. My awareness, my head, my sinuses felt all clear. It was a Christmas miracle! Tonight I think I'll rest (...unnnlikely, I'm probably going to rest all day, though). Now, to make a grilled cheese sandwich and revel in my recovery.