The Potato Song, and life in general

I am sick. I am sitting here in my Wonder-Bread polka dot pajamas, having eaten a sweet potato (brought home from Texas Roadhouse by my sweet husband) and having sung The Potato Song (sorta. Hard to do with a sore throat and a barely-functioning brain)

I highly recommend you check out the Potato Song link. Not only is it one of the most fun songs I know, but the audio clip is by children's-and-folk-music greats Cathy Fink & Marcy Marxer.

The song actually came up yesterday at work, and not in the way you think it would (i.e. me considering doing it for a storytime). I was checking out a patron who had three books in various genres and of various levels, all about potatoes. One was an interlibrary loan title "Spud Songs." The patron confessed that he has something of an obsession about potatoes, so of course I asked him if he knew "The Potato Song" by Cheryl Wheeler. He did not, so despite the other two patrons waiting to check out, I quickly looked it up and printed it. (Have no fear, Barbara was not busy and came over from the Info desk to check out the other patrons). He was thrilled, and when I asked if he'd found everything he needed (we're supposed to ask that at the checkout desk), his reply was "Yes, and more!"
Happy patron. We like that.

So anyway, back to the rest of my life. I'd better recover before Saturday as that is Anime/Manga Mini-Con day at my old library branch. Don and Jackie could theoretically handle it on their own, but Jackie's never done a mini-con before (she's our "branch liaison") and we *are* talking about forty or more teenagers, audiovisual equipment, two contests, artists and costumers coming in to do workshops for the mini-con, and a plethora of other stuff to set up and keep in some semblance of order.

Oh, and Ken's birthday is Friday. Assuming I recover, I'm going in to work with him to finally see his workplace and meet his coworkers. And take him out for dinner (most likely in Chinatown as that's the repeated recommendation he gets, and we both love Chinese food)

Ivan does not understand that his mistress is ill. I was half-asleep this afternoon when he landed on me with one of the longest meows I'd ever heard. When I reenacted the meow for Ken, Ivan was quite startled. "That's how I reacted." I told him.

I'm rambling, I know. Whenever I get one of these viruses it eats my brain, fortunately only temporarily...