The swine flu scare in Houston grows more as the days go by. I am staying calm, but vigilant. I am fighting a cold, and the last thing I want is to catch something worse.
I am working from home today, and decided to make some rice and beans for lunch. The rice cooker is going at it, steam blowing out the small hole on its top. I am filling a cup of water from the water dispenser on my refrigerator door, absent-mindedly looking at the steam and thinking of my mom. This was her rice cooker, she left it here when she sold her house in Houston. I miss her, I miss being a child and not having to be the one in charge of worrying about pandemics or people losing their jobs. I wish it could be as easy as getting in bed and sleeping it off.