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Civil March is cosplaying civil November, all clean sunlight and placid cumulus clouds. Since I spent four days straight indoors last week and weekend, I've been tromping about this week. Alas that means going to restaurants but no matter. Month's end is when money comes in. I had five days straight of cooking at home and grew weary of washing dishes and pots and pans. Also was underwhelmed by the Ina Garten chicken I cooked Tuesday or Wednesday: have frozen most of it to make soup with some time in the future.
Also also discover that a meal out mid-afternoon fills me enough that I don't want dinner. My evening banana and a glass of wine is quite enough. Went to my regular Japanese place today, had one of their set lunches‐- avocado roll and a green dragon-- which in the before times would have had me ordering an extra california roll or some shrimp sushi to fill in the cracks, but which today tempted me to ask for a doggie bag halfway through. Didn't, because it feels rude. Also in the before times, would have stopped by the patisserie on the corner and had a latte and a couple of macaroons (double checks, no that isn't the French president) but today just ordered a cold brew from Ninetails. This isn't going to lose me any weight because rice, but is at least a step in the right direction.
Allergies start again, ha-choo ha-choo. One reason I never got into Howard's End, falling bookcases aside, is because it starts with someone suffering from hayfever back before antihistamines had been invented, and the thought of such misery put me off it for good.
Also also discover that a meal out mid-afternoon fills me enough that I don't want dinner. My evening banana and a glass of wine is quite enough. Went to my regular Japanese place today, had one of their set lunches‐- avocado roll and a green dragon-- which in the before times would have had me ordering an extra california roll or some shrimp sushi to fill in the cracks, but which today tempted me to ask for a doggie bag halfway through. Didn't, because it feels rude. Also in the before times, would have stopped by the patisserie on the corner and had a latte and a couple of macaroons (double checks, no that isn't the French president) but today just ordered a cold brew from Ninetails. This isn't going to lose me any weight because rice, but is at least a step in the right direction.
Allergies start again, ha-choo ha-choo. One reason I never got into Howard's End, falling bookcases aside, is because it starts with someone suffering from hayfever back before antihistamines had been invented, and the thought of such misery put me off it for good.