Ideally, I'd just go home, suck up some chicken soup and go straight to bed, but since I need to refuel the Kia and pick up a prescription at Walgreens, I might as well hit the Best Buy on the way home to do some Christmas shopping, ditto the WalMart. There I will buy a new bread machine, since the old one is not only dead but at phoenixalpha's place. Finally, another stop at the Cub if WalMart doesn't have all the ingredients I need for Irish Cake. I'm afraid I asked my cousin Kathy (who is, thank Gates, finally online) for the wrong recipe, since the one she e-mailed me looks nothing like the one I remember, but I found something on allrecipes.com that looks close. We'll find out, I guess...hard to screw up Irish Cake, since it's basically just glorified raisin bread, but I'd like to get this right.
So coming home to die will have to wait for tomorrow, and I'll have to wash a shirt by hand tonight since I'm in no shape to do laundry. Bleah.