My unpacked Hey’s white camo suitcase, battered from airport check-in violence, would like to get away again but there is nowhere for us to go! I’m hungry and there isn’t a pot for me to cook in! Oh well, I am mostly fasting anyway.
Yesterday, about five hours after getting home I was expelling NYC from my system. Now my head hurts. With the New York diet ejected and head protesting, I’m drinking my athletic greens and thinking about my future. I’d really love some sticky rice with tuna or brisling sardines – that always helps me think straight. oh well two!
I plan to stay out of the kitchen until it’s clean. Let’s see how long that takes.
Soon I will have to help Dee move into her new place. When she returns on Tuesday or Wednesday I will get the details.
It’s 9:15 pm EST. My headache and me is going to bed. Wishing you an acheless night!