weekends away

Today is my day off.

It's 5:33 and I'm too coffee-jittery. I drank two really great coffees today, so thick and oily that they sparkled (even when I added soymilk) but now I'm paying the price. My insides are all chattery and impatient. Adding to my general discomfort: I put on Paris Je T'aime hoping for some background noise but just got drawn into all the sad plots. I don't think I really like it. It seemed awesome when I saw it at the Broadway whenever it came out, but now...not so much. I like the one with the Spanish-speaking mom-nanny, but it's ungodly depressing. And the one with the little dead cowboy...but that's also depressing. I guess I am just not into sad stuff right now.

What problems!

Just kidding. It's really my fault for not using my day off more productively. I knit a few rows of the sweater I'm working on but that's about it. And got a new bank card. And went to therapy. I read Be Good in the tub. Wrote Maranda a letter and posted it. Maybe it wasn't so unproductive after all?

Last night I slept exceptionally well. My room was exactly the right temperature and pitch and I drifted off snuggled against CB. When he woke up and left for work I slept for another hour. I prefer sleeping in together, but this was a close second. Anyway, after an hour I got up and had bran flakes with soy milk and raisins (I pried them out of three of those little red boxes they come in: raisin fiend). And that oily delicious coffee I mentioned earlier.

My posts are always so mundane. I think mundanity makes me nice and calm, a good antidote for all the anxiety I have. "Mundanity" is not a word, and I think that's a problem.

Anyway...I hope everyone's doing well. Now it's time to put some food into my belly.

xoxo

let me show you girl that i know wrong from right

So, I went to a doctor for my once-a-year-complete physical (which I probably haven't had done in years...I think my last time seeing a family doctor was when I was 17. YIKES). She was the most doctorly doctor ever - extremely calm, cool, and collected, her reaction to any distress I was in was not to reassure me but to offer suggestions, etc. I think the stereotype of doctors as problem solvers and nurses as caregivers is not too far from the mark, in all reality. While sometimes I think I'd prefer to just see a nurse practitioner for all my medical needs, there is occasionally just something about someone who gets to the facts with or without your total emotional ease.

Anyway, it turns out that EVERYONE WAS RIGHT: taking a daily B complex is actually necessary. So I've started taking a B complex! I've never taken supplements in my nine years of being veg (except for a brief period last summer where I chomped down on Flintstones multivitamins like they were candy)...it turns out that B deficiency can actually make you - get this - MANIC. And depressed, irritable, etc. I'm looking forward to being a more pleasant person (well...potentially).

My mom is visiting for the summer and so it's meant long, awesome hangouts where we make pizza or strawberry jam, knit up a storm, traipse around the better coffee shops of Toronto and where she meets me for lunch when I'm at work. It's been pretty fantastic. I'm looking forward to next month when I'll get to see Cat and we'll do many similarly wonderful activities.

Today I'm wearing a totally ridiculous dress that I'm not entirely sure I can pull off at work, but we'll see. I hear bright blue gingham is due for a comeback.

xoxo
clara bee