I was feeling fine yesterday morning, and we went out to the Hmong grocery to get a fresh chicken so I could make some chicken broth. We do this about once a month or so. We were hoping to get a black chicken, but they only had one, and it didn't look as good as this one.
After I got home, I cut it up and tossed it in my big blue stock pot, which I got as a housewarming present from someone I used to work with, back when I bought my first house back in 1991. I guess that pot is 30 years old now. There was a side story about the person who gave it to me, but I'll skip it for now.
I put in some carrots, celery, some leek, onions, a few bay leaves, and some salt and pepper and left it to simmer for about 6 hours.
Meanwhile, after I got the soup going, I started to feel not too good. I got a headache, and felt sickish. I am assuming that it is the after-effects of the vaccine I got the day before. I was told that I might feel this--it is my immune system working the way it should, developing resistance. I went in and laid down, and slept for the next 5 hours.
The stock was done when I woke up, but I didn't feel like doing anything with it, so I turned it off and let it be. I went back in and slept for a while longer before waking up to go to bed.
I felt better this morning, but still with a bit of a headache. We had thought about taking a drive up to Yosemite today, but skipped it. I processed the broth and put it in bags for freezing.
I ended up with close to 6 quarts of stock. I divided it up and put about 16 ounces in each bag for freezing. Malida held some out and made a delicious soup for me.
I start back to work formally tomorrow. It's not a busy day--I have a meeting in the morning, and then will head over to the hospital to make arrangements for my students.
Despite everything going on in the world, it was a restful break.