I've been kind of sick lately. Not full-blown, but the achy, can't think about anything, sort of want to cry about it kind of sick. So, like any sane person, I've made it a priority to treat myself nice. Yesterday for lunch I warmed up left-over spaghetti noodles in a pan with butter and peas, then shredded a large amount of asiago cheese on top. I paired it with the Chicago Reader crossword (one of my all-time favorite things) and by the end I wanted to cry with joy instead of from whiny-ness.