So what happens when you rip your husband apart for mixing soy mayonnaise and medium green salsa with a fish taco?  You get the same raging stomach problems he gets.  Even though you didn't have the fish tacos.  Ugh....  Barely made it home form my nephew's birthday party yesterday before getting sick...  I don't know what the heck we ate, but crackers are all that is passable for now.  And I can't call out over the next two days due to testing.  So the Brioschi stays in the lunch bag.

We went to the NYC Anarchist Book Fair on Saturday.  There were barely any zines and fewer tables, at least it seemed that way to us.  But there were many good books to peruse.  I bought a few:  A Howard Zinn piece on artists at times of war; a semi-autobiographical piece by the singer of a band I like; something on the cold war; and one I have been meaning to get for awhile - Hey Shorty - a book on how girls can combat sexism and harassment in and out of school.  There were so many good looking books on education.  It is refreshing to see the independent world getting into the topic of education.  For so long it was just viewed as another means of indoctrination.  But it is not in the hands of the right people.  I see being a teacher as a way of empowering my students, and that idea seems to be getting some legs.  I must find these books in the library so I know which ones are worth buying.

Today was a bit rough.  All through the day I was getting sharp stomach pains.  I was supposed to help my friend with the last of her moving, then go to a very important town meeting.  Both of those are out.  I sit here with Millie on my lap.  Typing.  I can only move my upper body with my normal speed.  I couldn't walk my normal speed at all today.  I hated it.  I can't stand slowness.....  And then hubby says he is still not 100%.  Darn germ carrier....