Tuesday dawned warm and breezy. I rose at the same time as Snookums this morning, so I padded down to the studio sans coffee and warmed up the PC. I normally hear her rise and turn over to sleep a little longer while she brews the coffee. But today I felt really good at daybreak and got up.
I just started a new diet. Well, it isn’t really a new diet so much as changing my eating habits. No more morning cookies with my coffee *sob!* or complete meals just before going to bed. Now it is 6 oz or less of beverage and half a sandwich (no chips or other sides) about an hour before bed, and the second half of a sandwich is consumed at breakfast along with the second cup of coffee.
I settled on sandwiches as opposed to other ‘healthy’ foods simply because they are quick, don’t make much of a mess, and can be eaten with my fingers. With me, quantity is more destructive to my stomach than contents. I have a whole passel of gastric problems, probably more to do with my careless eating habits than anything. I am not a gourmet, and when hungry, I shoveled food in until I didn’t feel hungry. Fullness, not taste was my mantra. I admit that not having me dizzy spells in the morning nor uncomfortable nights in bed it will be worth the effort, but I can’t judge the results based upon one days data.
Not much on the news this morning. Biden vs. Tara. Trump’s peccadillos worse than Biden’s. China did it. People demand to go back to work despite the Democrats efforts to keep them home and safe. It is for their own good, you know.
My online friends are going stir crazy and want to get on with their lives. Everyone seems to be inventing masks to wear that don’t protect you from the virus. No one wants to come out and work on my mowers. Apparently, you can get the virus from not social distancing a riding mower. Who knew?
Every morning Snookums finds a dead kitten on the porch, but when I go out to remove it, it is gone. I think it is sick and mama is just bringing it out during the day and taking it back in later.
So the days go. Life is the UPS truck bringing necessities every day. I have turned into a one-man cargo cult. I do the underwear dance when the truck doesn’t show in the morning, and *viola!* … the next day, it shows up with more stuff.
Yesterday it was a years supply of Ibuprofen, Melatonin and soft licorice. Today’s delivery is a mystery. I will open it later, just to drag out the excitement.
Hope things are better in your world.