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Delicious!

This is Umbrian-Style Chicken alla Cacciatora from Milk Street Tuesday Nights Mediterranean by Christopher Kimball. You can find it at the link from Amazon. 

I found it at my local library. 

Stars Matter

I had a dentist appointment on Monday and before I went in, I flossed my teeth. It's sort of like cleaning the house before the housecleaner arrives. But I got chastised last time. The hygienist said she picked meat out of my teeth!

It wasn't meat. It was oatmeal which is what I ate for breakfast that morning. I had brushed my teeth before going but, apparently, I didn't get it all. I could have flossed but I figured she was going to do it less than an hour later so I didn't. I didn't see the sense in torturing my gums twice in rapid succession when it wasn't, in my opinion, necessary.

This time, I brushed, flossed, and used mouthwash before heading to the dentist.

This time, I got praised for my dental hygiene. "Gold star!" they exclaimed.

Why does it still matters to me that I get a good report from my dentist?

Must be the stars.

They don't make me faster but I can wear them with flip flops.

 

Happy feet!

I've never cheered so much at an NBA game!

This was the LA Lakers versus the Philadelphia 76ers on January 28, 2025, at Wells Fargo Center which (and I had to look this up) is in Philadelphia. I was at a restaurant where the game was on TV in the bar. When I happened to glance up and saw it, I thrust my fists in the air and made a quiet cheering noise like a whisper, "Whaaah!" 

Was it for the 76ers or the Lakers? Was it for LeBron James? An amazing play?

It was for a sponsor: "Libby: the reading app."

Yay for reading! Yay for libraries!

Libby Promotes Literacy as Proud Sponsor of the Los Angeles Lakers and the Lakers Literacy Program

" This multi-year sponsorship kicks off with the 2024-25 season and marks a long-term commitment to supporting California libraries. "

"Libby" appeared to be painted on the court floor but it was a virtual ad. This allowed for a sponsor of the LA Lakers to promote its brand on national TV while the Philadelphia audience could have been seeing the ad or logo for something entirely different. 

I'm not much of a basketball fan, as you may have determined. But I am a fan of reading and I'm glad to have seen Libby being promoted on TV. 

Read more, watch less.

Camera One, Camera Two

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Original image

The problem now is I lack motivation. How about an urban hike?

Without a goal, I'm pretty damned lazy. But with one, watch out. I'm committed as hell.

I got sick in January and, because of that, missed the half marathon I had been training for. I lazed around the house getting well but falling out of my exercise routine. As anyone knows, it's harder to start an exercise routine than it is to maintain one so I have been rather lax in getting back out there. 

• "It's cold out there."
• "I can do it later."
• "I'm too busy."
• "What for?"

These are examples of excuses I've been using. Also, when I walk longer distances (6 or more miles), I don't get anywhere because I generally confine my walks to the streets and trails in my own neighborhood. This can get a little boring.

Sometimes, I wonder about going somewhere. For example,

• Old Town La Quinta is about 5 miles from where I live. This includes breakfast places, shops, restaurants, a brewery, and regular art and farmers markets - plenty of destinations. I have, in the past, walked the 10 miles round trip, stopping for a coffee along the way. (SilverRock Grill, along the way, is 4 miles and a nice stop for breakfast.)

• Ernies Bar & Grill at PGA West is also about 5 miles.

• Trilogy La Quinta is about 5.5 miles. Cafe Solaz is open for breakfast, lunch, and happy hour while Kitchen Ten Eleven is expected to open soon.

• In the other direction, Big Rock Pub is 5.5 miles.

• Desert Wine Shop is about 7 miles.

• Cantina at Eldorado Polo Club is an easy 1.5 mile walk.

• Downtown Indio is about 3 miles.

The point being, there are plenty of destinations within a reasonable walking distance (depending on your definition of "reasonable"). And, we - as in, a group of us - wouldn't have to walk both ways if we got other people to meet us there and drive us back. Exercise with a social carrot at the end.

There are other urban hikes such as El Paseo or parts of the CV Link but all of the ones mentioned above can be accessed from right from our own front doors.

I'm all for hiking. (I should really try to do more of it.) But even with hiking, you don't really get anywhere except to where you started from. You also have to drive to wherever it is you want to hike. What I like about urban hiking is it could really start from wherever you are.

I need some motivation. Anyone want to walk with me somewhere? 

My loyalty only goes so far.

Talking to you, Starbucks.

In an effort to reestablish itself as a premium coffee brand, Starbucks is making some changes. Among them, fewer opportunities to earn Stars in their Rewards program. The idea, originally, was to create brand loyalty and to lure customers into their stores.

Per the Terms of Use: 

Starbucks Rewards is one way in which Starbucks endeavors to reward and thank loyal customers for patronizing our business and purchasing Starbucks products. Starbucks Reward members are able to earn and accumulate "Stars" that can be redeemed for Starbucks Rewards Benefits.

One can earn Stars at a rate of two Stars for every dollar spent when paying through the Starbucks app. The more you spend, the more stars you earn and when you earn enough Stars, you get free stuff. For example, 200 Stars can be redeemed for a coffee drink such as a latte. 300 Stars can be redeemed for packaged coffee such as whole beans.

Additionally,

From time to time, we ... may offer you opportunities to earn additional "Bonus Stars" through special promotions.

Except, they also may not and that's what has been happening lately. No special promotions.

I admit it; I went to Starbucks exclusively when offered some sort of bonus in the form of more Stars which is to say my loyalty can be bought. I would go on Double Stars Day (earning four Stars per dollar), or on days when an extra 20 Stars were offered if I purchased a particular item or combination of items. Sometimes, I would be offered 100 Stars if I went a certain number of times in a week for any purchase of any size. If I wasn't getting something in the form of some kind of bonus within their loyalty Rewards program, then I wasn't going.

Starbucks CEO Brian Niccol has been at the helm less than six months. Has the change in the Rewards program supported a shift in the perception of Starbucks as more of a premium brand?

Not for me. Loyalty goes both ways. 

For better or worse, I've been a Rewards member forEVER and given a choice, I would always choose Starbucks over any other place for coffee. One reason, besides the Stars, is that I could count on a consistent product no matter where I went. I developed a taste for their coffee and had trouble enjoying coffee from anyone else. In short, I was addicted.

Two years ago, Starbucks had a promotion on their Christmas Blend coffee beans. I think it was half off at the time. I had never tried it so I bought a bag. It was good. 

The following year, they promoted their Christmas Blend again so I bought another bag. Every time I went into Starbucks that December, I bought another bag so long as the promotion was still in effect. Before I knew it, I had more than a year's supply of Christmas Blend taking up residence in my freezer. (I just finished the last of it.)

The last promotion Starbucks offered was for a cup of coffee which I could get for free on the Monday following the Super Bowl. Big deal. I can get that in any church basement or hotel lobby. In fact, there's free coffee every day in the lobby of the clubhouse where I live. 

I will not be getting a year's supply of that.

Ironically, at home, I generally brew coffee from beans that are roasted locally despite my recent stockpile of Christmas Blend coffee. I also seek out local breweries here and elsewhere. Other than locally roasted coffee for at-home consumption, I never developed the habit of supporting my local coffee shop like I've done with local breweries when out and about.

That's about to change. It's far past time that I developed a new habit: supporting local coffee.

Who needs stars anyway? If a Sneetch doesn't need them, then neither do I.

I say "sardines" . . .

 . . . you say,

"Ew," probably.

Once upon a time, I had sardines at a tapas bar and was pleasantly surprised. So, naturally, I went to Costco and bought a case. Not really. It was just six cans but the package had all the buzzwords: sustainably caught in the North Pacific Ocean, wild. . . .  I felt compelled to try them at home. Plus, canned sardines are a very shelf-stable protein source to keep in my pantry in case we are overrun by zombies. (They are also a source of omega-3s, vitamin D, iron, and calcium.)

After storing them for a period of time, I thought I should probably figure out what to do with them. I opened a can and tried one. Gastronomically speaking, I can say I was not looking forward to any kind of apocalypse. So they continued to sit, unopened, in my pantry.

Until one day, "Sardine Puttanesca" popped into my head. Where does a thought like that even come from? Lo and behold, I found a recipe on NYTimes Cooking for the very same thing. (By the way, the NYTims Cooking app is very good.) I proceeded to make them for dinner with no backup plan in case it didn't turn out.

I am pleased to report that it was delicious. I have two more cans of sardines and leftover anchovies (also called for in the recipe) so I plan to make Sardine Puttanesca again and again.

Try it and I'll bet that next time I say "sardines," you'll say "yum!"

It's not just me.

Everyone was, is, or will be sick.

Virus season roars back with "quad-demic" of illness (Axios)

The spread of influenza A, COVID and RSV is "high" or "very high" across much of the U.S. at the same time norovirus cases are well above normal levels, Centers for Disease Control and Prevention and wastewater surveillance data shows.

If you click on the link to the article above, you will see a graphic that shows the Weekly Influenza Surveillance Report for the week of January 4-11 prepared by the CDC. It shows that the activity level of visits for respiratory illness that includes fever plus a cough or sore throat was high or very high for most of the country. If you go to the CDC website now, you will see that illness activity is down in many places (although still relatively high in California). 

Walgreens also has a flu index map which is compiled using retail prescription data for antiviral medications used to treat influenza across Walgreens locations nationwide. While both the CDC and Walgreens show improvements they also indicate that California had high rates of influenza this flu season.

Put it on your calendar now for next September or October:

• Get a flu shot.
• Inventory your cold and flu remedies and stock up. (Take old medicines to a Walgreens or other disposal kiosk.) 
• Make sure the pantry and freezer are full of quick and easy meals. (Don't forget the chicken soup.)
• Consider getting a puzzle or craft items to keep you busy in case you need to stay home.
• Above all, try not to get sick in the first place. Consider digging out your COVID mask especially for times when flu activity is high. (Check the CDC and Walgreens for more information.)

Again, from Axios:

Saskia Popescu, a member of APIC's Emerging Infectious Diseases Task Force, told Axios.... "All of those mitigation efforts that you can do — washing your hands, covering your cough, cleaning, disinfection, being mindful of ventilation in shared spaces — that's all going to help."

Be well, people, and see you in the Spring. 

My $4,000 staycation ...

... has just ended.

I've been home for a month. Almost exactly. My last driving day was December 20 and my first day back on the job was January 22. In between there were two major holidays and time with family and friends, although it turned that Winter Break went by way too fast. We enjoyed spending relaxing days at home, reading, playing games, and pursuing hobbies. A very nice time. 

And then we both got sick and our holiday extended longer than we expected in the form of a self-imposed quarantine. If it wasn't for the getting sick part, it would have been great. Between the coughs and sniffles, we still managed to do a lot of relaxing and generally enjoying each other's company. We had stocked up on food and hobby supplies so we didn't really need to go anywhere or do anything. We just settled in and got very comfortable in our own little bubble.

I don't know that we saved $4,000 by staying home but I can tell you we did save a lot of money by not going anywhere. We were getting alerts from our credit card company saying, "Are you guys all right? Do you need to buy something?"

We couldn't plan time like that - a whole month's vacation - until maybe May. Wouldn't that be great? Maybe I'll just stay at home again in May. Just take it easy.

The ridiculous part of this is I'm retired. I could take it easy any day. The problem is, I don't which isn't a bad thing. It's good that I'm keeping busy. But, for the last month, I've been reminded of how nice it is to just slow down and enjoy my own company. And, isn't it great that I can spend a month just hanging out with Hubby and want to do it again?

And the savings is pretty grand too. Which is to say we live a pretty good life the rest of the time.

I'm feeling grateful. Lucky to be alive and have the life I have. I'm grateful for my family and friends and the time we spend together. I'm grateful to have the freedom to spend my time alone, too, if that's what I want to do. I'm grateful for the beautiful space and place I live in and that I'm fortunate enough to afford living here.

I'm grateful for my "job," too, which is driving the Littles around from place to place so their parents can work. It keeps me busy and it keeps me connected to people that matter to me so I'm okay with that.

Another half marathon in the books.

Not mine but, you know, somebody's. 

I was training to walk in the Arizona Rock 'n' Roll half marathon. I logged countless hours and countless miles. (That's a lie. I counted them all.)

And then, to celebrate the new year, I got sick with the flu or some damn thing. My first symptoms appeared 11 days before race day. I had time to recover.

Which, I did. But not in time to do the race. Hubby has it too. Has - as in the present tense. Actually, I'm not really sure. He had it - whatever it was - and now he has something else: a persistent cough. He's been sick, literally, for all of 2025 so far. And I don't know if "sick" is the right word anymore. But he just can't shake this cough.

In any case, between the two of us, we thought it best to just stay home.

But I'm just wondering. Do I still get a medal?

It's like Quarantine...

 ... because it is quarantine.

Hubby has been sick for three weeks and I have been sick for two. We've barely been outside of the house or spoken to another human being in days. And it seems the whole neighborhood has been affected. Many of our neighbors are also at home trying to shake this thing. We are nearly out of food while we are well stocked in toilet paper. 

Any of this sound familiar?

I don't think we have anything more serious than the common cold or flu. Not that we tested because it didn't really matter: We were dropping out of society regardless. Our symptoms are not severe. Not in the slightest (although they were worse for Hubby). They are annoyingly persistent, however. The tail end of this thing seems to be a dry cough which Hubby is struggling to shake. 

And yet, like Quarantine, it's not all bad. There have been pockets of boredom but in other ways it's been a lot like a staycation. We are playing games in the evening. I'm reading books, cooking things from scratch, kitting a blanket. And we are saving a ton of money by not going out. Not anywhere (except for essential services like coffee [jk - I meant groceries]). It's intimate and cozy.

But there are some things I miss like people. Sunset cocktails with the neighbors in the driveway. Hanging out with our besties. Taking the kids to school (my hobby). Going out for dinner!

The other side of the coin is sleeping in and perpetual pajamas.

If it wasn't for the getting sick part it would be a toss up, really.

Maybe I should consider becoming a hermit.

[Editor's note: The office of Chocolate Chip Mint is encouraging everyone to come back to the office. Actually, we're pretty much through it now and have been out in the wild. All good here.]

My watch has a hold on me.

If you've ever seen an Apple Watch, you may have noticed three rings on its watch face - concentric circles in red, green, and blue. Watch faces can be customized so not every one will have it but it's common. Those rings are part of what is know as the Activity app and it keeps track of your daily physical activity. Each ring represents a different goal: calories burned, exercise minutes, and how many times you stand in a day. It's this last one - the Stand goal - that makes me a little crazy.

The overall goal is a daily physical routine that will close all three rings by end of the day. When I first got the watch, I found the Stand reminder in the Activity app to be a little annoying. The watch will alert you at 50 minutes past any hour in which you have not taken the opportunity to stand for at least one minute. When I was working in a high pressure job, I found the hourly reminders disruptive. But then, I got to appreciate it. My job was sedentary and it was probably a good thing for me to get up from my desk and walk around a little. My work performance may have even improved as it allowed me to clear my head and relax a little.

But then, as I am wont to do, I became obsessive about closing all three rings every day and I know I'm not the only one. If that meant I had to march around the house for six minutes just before bedtime, so be it. I was closing that goddam ring. If I hadn't satisfied my Stand ring, I would just stand while watching TV. This was only slightly awkward if I was a guest in someone's home but often they were Watch wearers as well so everyone stood up at fifty minutes past the hour.

Near the end of the day, the Watch will alert you with a chirpy "You can still do it!" reminder to let you know you still have time to close your rings. It will follow up with a suggestions such as "A brisk, 12-minute walk should do it" or "Time to stand!"

When I started training to do a half marathon, closing the rings became easy. But there's one little catch: The Stand ring doesn't care how long you stand. It only records how many different hours you stood and moved around for at least one minute. Meaning, you only have to stand for twelve minutes but in twelve different hours of the day.

So, you can imagine how annoyed I was when, a couple weeks ago, I walked 13.1 miles, was actively on my feet for three and a half hours burning over 1,000 calories, covered over 26,000 steps throughout the day and then while sitting down to watch TV, my watch chirped "You can still do it!" Despite all the day's activities, I had only stood for 10 minutes during 10 different hours.

And I thought, "You, bitch!"

But damned if I didn't stand up anyway.

Twice.

What are my hobbies?

 This was a question my grandson posed one day. I started listing off the things I do. Namely, walking (training for a half marathon), learning Spanish and ASL, taking care of the house. All boring stuff. So boring, in fact, that I have nothing to say at a cocktail party. 

I never really have. Keep in mind, I was previously an accountant before I was a full time grandma. Not terribly interesting, unless I'm in a room full of other accountants.

As usual, the better response came to me several hours later. (Does that ever happen to you? The snappy, witty response never appears in the moment.) It was, "You. You are my hobby."

Alright. Maybe that's not snappy and witty but it's the truth. And, it's not full time but I do spend some time with the littles nearly every day driving them around because it's a lot. I don't know how parents could manage multiple kids' schedules without help.

I do those other things too. Walking, Spanish, etc. I started knitting a blanket once. It was meant to be a Christmas present. Three years ago.  

Maybe I could pick that up again. 

That would be a good hobby.

[Editor's note: Between the time I drafted and posted this, I did finish that blanket and started another one. And it is a good hobby.]

I’ve had some time on my hands

Cold and Flu

Nailed it!

I saw this quote and it spoke to me:

"... if this is your preferred way, you are likely an older sibling and you file your taxes in February."

Correct on both counts.

Not an online personality quiz, this quote comes from an article from Bon Appétit: How to Soften Butter - Quickly - According to a Pro Baker.

I tried the method called "The Only Adult in the Room" but I think I'll go with "The Rule Breaker" next time.

Or maybe I should just plan a little in advance.

On Getting Old

I don't know the half of it, I'm sure. (Considering my age, I think I should know at least the half of it.)

So far, getting old is a little like high school. Consider where I live: a 55+ community. The one I live in is about 1,000 homes which makes its population about the same size as my high school. There are the same cliques: jocks, stoners, band, choir, student council. There are popular kids and outcasts. And rumors. So many rumors!

Then, there are the surprising and unexpected changes in one's body. For example, when I look in the mirror, I sometimes don't recognize who is staring back at me. Sometimes, I see the me that's always been me. Other times, I just see an old lady and I wonder, "How did this happen?" I think about my granddaughter and what she sees when she looks at me. "Old" can be the only answer even when I feel as young as ever (mostly).

Body parts ache or don't work the same as they used to. Flexibility and physical capacity are diminished even when my mind believes otherwise. Why don't things work like they used to when I don't feel any different on the inside?

Speaking of inside, there's a betrayal going on. My body - the one that's been with me my whole life - doesn't respond the way it used to and it doesn't recover as quickly. Take the common cold or flu. I used to be able to brush it off, push through it, hardly miss a beat. Now, it takes days or weeks.

In our community of old people, a cold or flu spreads quickly and thoroughly. Texts are exchanged to share symptoms and to find out how long whatever sickness lasts. Quarantine is self-imposed and we miss seeing neighbors for far too long.

That's the current situation. Hubby and I are both at home waiting for wellness to return for it can't be rushed or coaxed. My current cold/flu symptoms are mild so far but I've seen the neighborhood text network. It could get much worse and last for another week or more. My kids, however, aren't worried about it. Maybe I'm contagious but they're still invincible. They might get it but no biggie. And the littles - if they get it, they'll get over it quickly or even go to school in spite of it.

Well, my children. You will get old one day, too.

Back to Square One

I'm not in the Grinch Onsie so maybe we're back to Square Two. I'm back to lounging around in sweats all day without a bra, however. 

I just came down with the "icks." I don't know exactly what I have or how long I'll have it but Hubby has been sick since Day One. By that, I mean January 1. So far he's been sick for all of 2025.

And now I have it. Whatever it is.

I'm on day two (meaning, I just started feeling icky yesterday) and my symptoms are mild: a little bit of a runny nose, a little bit of post nasal drip, and a little achey. Not bad enough to crack open the cold medicine (although I stocked up jic). But it is bad enough for me to disengage from society again. If I have what Hubby's been struggling with, things could get bad for a couple of days and I wouldn't want to give that to anyone.

One complication is that I'm signed up to do a half marathon in ten days. All training has ceased so I can concentrate my energy on getting healthy but I don't want to lay around long enough to lose all the progress of my training to date. 

It seems one or both of us get sick around this time of year which isn't too alarming since it's cold and flu season. It's also tourist where I live. Around the holidays, people from other parts of the country - many of whom traveled through crowded airports - make their way to the grocery stores and entertainment venues that surround us.

A few years ago, I was more sensitive about wearing a mask during trips to the store. Now, things have gotten more casual. Even when I go to the doctor's office, not everyone wears a mask - in a place where sick people go, as a general rule. 

NOTE TO SELF: Somewhere around Thanksgiving, start wearing a mask again. Self, you can take it off when the entire neighborhood is no longer quarantined due to the common freaking cold or whatever new virus is getting passed around.

It's not all bad, being mildly sick. It sort of extends my holiday vacation. Plus, I got the yarn for my next knitting project so I'm reasonably content.  I just don't want it to get worse and I need it to get better soon. I've got a half marathon to do!

Still on the right track.

I was dressed in street clothes before noon today. Not much before noon but 11:30 still counts as morning. I did this even with no intention of leaving the house.

Yesterday, I finished the knit blanket and a book that I had been reading. Today, I started a new book and started a new blanket project. At this pace, the blanket will be done in 2030. (While I am a slow reader, I expect I'll finish the book before February.)

Around dinnertime, I decided that I had been in street clothes for long enough (a few hours, it was) and went to change my clothes. I reached for some green and blue flannel Seahawks pajama bottoms and even pulled them on before I realized the backslide. From the corner of my eye, I saw the Grinch onsie hanging on its hanger and I knew I was that close to putting it on. (I have to admit, it's very cozy.)

I resisted and put on yoga pants instead. Some people think that counts as street clothes. I don't but it should count for acceptable relaxing clothes. 

Tomorrow, I plan to be dressed before I go out into the world at 8:30 in the morning. 

Probably.

Okay, maybe.

Today, I'm impersonating a functioning member of society.

 Not any particular member, just in general.

I took a shower, washed my hair, and put on clothes that are acceptably worn in public, including a bra. Never mind it was mid-afternoon. I want credit for having done it at all.

Mind you, I'm not actually going out in public today, meaning since I showered. I figure that's extra credit: getting dressed without any particular reason to do so. That should offset the fact that this morning I went out in public wearing sweats and no bra. I will note that I did brush my teeth and hair before going out. Maybe all of that averages out but I'm thinking I'm ahead at this point.

I ate a healthy breakfast and a reasonably healthy lunch (if a cheese sandwich counts) and have avoided sugar (other than some raisins but that's fruit, right?).

I also did two banking-like chores and washed some dishes. I have a plan for binding off the knit blanket that I completed yesterday and I'm almost done with my book - just a few pages left which I can take care of after I start a load of laundry. I also have a plan for dinner (which is one of the reasons I went out earlier).

And I haven't played any solitaire! So not bad, right?

At least I'm getting there.

And then there was sugar.

 So much sugar from friends and family wishing us a new year full of diabetes, apparently. Sent with love, I feel obliged to eat at least some of it. Okay, all of it. It's a little here and a little there so that by the end of January, I'm not only not sober (a bandwagon I have not jumped on yet) but I'm fat.

Fortunately, January coincides with my peak marathon training so I'm hoping the extra miles offset everything and makes things more or less even.

How long can you wear the same pair of sweats before you have to wash them?

 Asking for a friend....

What day is it?

2024 skidded to an end like going over a cliff - the first few days of 2025 falling, falling, suspended in air. The last month of the year was a blur as we raced and raced to prepare for - no, not the apocalypse, quite the contrary. We raced, stressed out of our minds like preppers for the endtimes, to - ironically - what's intended to be quite the opposite: a celebration of life, love, family, and togetherness. And, apparently, presents, large meals, and copious amounts of sugar that is both distributed to and gathered from the people we love.

When it's over, the momentum of December launches us into January and a new year with no particular purpose. So, we make them up. They are called resolutions. But I don't have any so these last few days have been directionless inertia like floating in jello.

What's know as "the holidays" suspends my Monday through Friday routine for two weeks. For the first week, and the whole prior month if I'm being honest, Monday through Friday carries the extra burden of a deadline for all this cheer. No wonder everyone comes down with something as soon as it's all over. We're all exhausted and physically drained leaving our immune systems exposed to the elements and/or each other.

When the hustle and bustle is stripped away and the Monday through Friday is still suspended, I quickly found myself losing track of what day it is, wandering from room to room in sweatpants and no bra. I haven't worn a bra for nearly 10 days now and I'm concerned I may never go back. (This is not something I've ever experienced before and now I'm wondering what took me so long to discover this new joy.)

"Snap out of it!" I keep telling myself. (In my journal, it's in all caps with a lot more exclamation points!) Monday is literally around the corner and I will not only have to find a bra, I may have to shower, wash my hair, and wear actual clothes instead of my pajamas.

There's a very real part of me that doesn't want to go back to "normal" even though I know that's what's best for me. I could quickly devolve into a bowl of jelly if I don't learn to interact with other humans soon. Alas, I downloaded a solitaire app to my phone and I can't make myself stop playing it. This, when I have a perfectly good book to finish, soups and stews I could be making, and a knit blanket project that is literally only a couple of rows from being finished.

I am managing to exercise every day and we are feeding ourselves - mostly leftovers, however. We are not totally lost. 

But we still don't know what day it is.