I spent the majority of yesterday trying to deny that I was coming down with a cold, and then I gave up on that and went to bed at 9 o’clock. I woke up about 12 hours later feeling about 1 percent better than when I went to sleep. And now Poppy is at “Nutcracker” rehearsal, Rockford and Pete are at the grocery store and I am on the couch watching a public television program about evaporated and condensed milk. Later I’ll be making some buttercream frosting for tomorrow’s baking class, and then I’ll go to Michael’s to buy some supplies for My Little Pony class.

Sundays aren’t so bad, even when you have a cold.