There is something that I do every morning. I am not going to say what it is, because it is dumb and disordered and I don’t want to give anyone any ideas; besides, it’s irrelevant. The point is that this morning, I came downstairs and realized that I had forgotten to do it. Because I don’t want to say what “it” is, just take my word for it that doing it at that point would have involved a lot of hassle.
I didn’t do it.
Something I did do: change up my breakfast. I usually just eat cereal and granola with almond milk, because it’s fast and easy and I don’t need to think about it. But the other day, my mom opened the door to the refrigerator, and this came flying out:
The container cracked a bit, so I needed to use it up before it went bad. (Speaking of things going bad, I stumbled across this article yesterday, about expiration dates on products. I’d love to hear your takes on the matter!)
Anyway, I mixed the yogurt with kamut flakes. This flavor was way too sweet for me. (Well, duh. There are only about a zillion grams of sugar in it!)
Big, big news: my knee / hip / thigh feels a lot better. I was even able to stand on one foot today without feeling like my leg would give way! (To clarify: I don’t generally stand around on one foot, but I don’t usually sit down to put on my socks.) I really wanted to use the elliptical today, but I did something I rarely do and made what was probably the sensible choice in opting to take it easy for another couple of days. I hate that. If it was any other body part, I’d probably just go for it, but I know how easy it is to permanently f*** up your knee… no thanks.
I met my friend for lunch today…
Peppers, onions, baby bellas, tofu cutlet, Bragg’s. But the belated Valentine’s Day gift that she gave me is much more appealing:
Isn’t that adorable?!
So, my visit to Petco. To make a long story short, I wanted to get another pleco — “backup” for the one I already had. But the only bristlenose pleco they had was kind of on the way into the next world, so I came away with this.
Cory catfish. Times two.
As I was transferring them into my tank (during which operation the bucket of water somehow upended, sending its contents splashing everywhere), I realized that my pleco was dead. Lovely. I was all set to run out to Petco and buy another one, but then I thought that since my bottom feeders are dying, I ought to check my water levels before buying anything — high ammonia levels kill those first. The pH was a little low, and the ammonia level was practically in another stratosphere. Obviously, “corrective measures” are being taken, but … I am not happy. Or a scientist.
As it turns out, I didn’t really miss very much by skipping school tonight… my professor’s father died this afternoon, and he still showed up. He said it would be an extra-short class, but I’m told it was the longest yet. The guy is crazy… but because I “cut class,” I had time to make this.
Spaghetti squash with a “meat sauce” made from pasta sauce and TVP.
I really wanted to get next week’s reading done, since I was supposed to be in class anyway. All of the aquarium drama kind of got in the way of that. I’ve “read” two out of the three articles, but the bulk of the information did not enter my brain. I’m sort of a nervous wreck — insanely anxious and I don’t really know why — and I can’t focus at all when I feel that way. When I am anxious, I tend to drink a lot of fluids, which just makes things worse, because then I feel bloated, which is the equivalent of “feeling fat.” And the fact that it was diet Snapple iced tea I was drinking? That wasn’t too smart, given that it contains caffeine! I really, really, really could have used my therapy session tomorrow. Which, coincidentally, is a fast day.
On top of that, my brother’s birthday is on Sunday, and he called to ask if we want to come over for one of the Shabbos meals. In this family, “called to ask if [you] want to come” means that he spoke to my mom about it, who said that she needs to ask my dad what he wants to do. And my brother (who lives here) and I are expected to tag along in accordance with whatever my dad decides. I, obviously, don’t want to go. My mom said that if I don’t go, “She [my sister-in-law] will think you’re really sick, not ‘fakely’ sick.” Sigh. Oh, Mother…
I truly do not know how I am going to survive the next few days. It isn’t looking good.
Oh, well — have a lovely Thursday.
“No one would choose a friendless existence on condition of having all the other things in the world.”
(It isn’t exactly an either / or thing … some of us have the former without the latter)