Experiencing some post-Manhattan, post-Minxing blues… Gosh, we had so much fun, and as great as it is to be home, it’s just not…vacation. You know? It’s pretty wonderful to be in the company of amazing women, who clean up as they go along, actively listen to anything you have to say, make you laugh constantly, check in to see how you feel, offer support for every wildass, dumbass thought you express (and then laugh with you at your idiocy), compliment your every outfit and body part, hand you a cup of coffee in the morning and glass of wine at night (before you even express wanting it – isn’t that what every woman wants, someone to read her mind? It’s NICE.). Damn, now THAT is luxury.
This blue feeling is not helped by my total and utter exhaustion, although I do feel more myself today. Yesterday, I was nothing, a zero. Bloated, bloaty (they’re different, the former is bloated, the latter is the tendency to continue to bloat; they both suck), foggy-headed, listless. In effect, I have jet lag. I know, I know, a one-hour time difference does not jet lag make, but that’s exactly how I feel. I guess I’m Vacation Lagged. Girlie Withdrawal. Sigh. John insisted upon an early bedtime last night, which we achieved, and I am (more) back on track today, I can tell. Which is good, I have alot to accomplish today, so it’s time to snap to it, Stephanie. Stephanie!
Well, time to make a grocery list. Wash clothes. Do dishes. Exercise. Woo. Hoo.
Got through my day, quite nicely in fact. Good KBs workout (which I really needed), trip to visit Stace and Cooper (they’re great), groceries, I even made dinner. Steaks on the grill. Green beans sauteed with olive oil, chopped tomato, and garlic until tender. And, using up some of my first load of CSA-share veggies, a salad of crispy roasted kale, with chopped arugula and basil (from my own pot), a drizzle of syrupy balsamic (to counter the bitterness in the kale), and a grating of salty pecorino. Delicious. Would have been even tastier if someone had been here to eat with me – Nathan’s at baseball practice and John has to work late. Ah, well, good thing I enjoy dining alone...sniff… Just kidding! I do enjoy dining alone, quite alot (because no one enjoys my cooking as much as I)!
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