Creature Comforts

I'm sick.  I have some kind of cold/sinus infection that my husband passed along.  He's feeling somewhat better, I'm just getting started.  I always marvel at what happens to people (well, me anyway...I'm working under the assumption it happens to others as well) when they are under the weather.  I will admit I am not the world's 'sick champion'...I can tend to be a bit whiny and maybe even needy at times.  It depends on the illness...if it's a migraine, turn out the light, shut the door and leave me alone, but this isn't a migraine.  This is that sinus crap that makes you feel icky but not icky enough to justify staying home from work.  I digress.  Back to what I marvel at. This evening I was feeling good and crappy and just couldn't decide what I needed, tummy was feeling yucky but also hungry so, when I finally whined my husband out of the house, I decided to head to the store to find something to eat since nothing in the house looked good (yes, we did just go grocery shopping).  After perusing the aisles, I ended up with the always faithful chicken noodle soup and spaghettios.  Now, I don't honestly think the spaghettios that I just heated up in the microwave are going to go a long way to helping me feel better but they just looked right at the time.  Which caused me to marvel on the way home about how when I am sick I tend to veer toward what I ate growing up, things that remind me of home and my mother's tender touch.  My fingers are crossed...spaghettios here I come!