Every time I think I’m acing this whole pandemic thing, just give me a few hours with my thoughts when my resistance is down. I had tears running down my face most of the night.
And then I remembered it was the anniversary of my mother’s death and I thought Oh perfect, I’m gonna die the same day as my mom (albeit many decades later).
Then I realized I wasn’t going to die because I made the mistake of looking at my work email and I’m “in trouble” for so many things there’s no way I will die a merciful death before my return on Tuesday.
Anyway, getting back to my night in hell, I couldn’t even watch my taped food shows because I was too nauseous.
It was miserable.
Gary and Jake came downstairs
around 9:30 a.m. but by then I drank ginger ale, had the backdoors open, the sun was shining, and I somehow shook it off.
I wasn’t about to ruin the last days of vacation.
I filled Gary in on my night and told him to start planning meals without dairy.
Behold the panzanella salad Gary made for dinner.
Totally decadent, zero animal products.
Avocado, corn, tomatoes, olives, sourdough bread, and dressing made of olive oil, red wine vinegar, dijon and lots of basil from Gary’s garden.
I can do this.
Hey, I’m already a long time vegetarian.
It was soooo good.
And what do you know, I woke up today feeling much better and ready for senior shopping at Trader Joe.
I just wish I could delay my return to work next week but time, and change, march on.
Especially change.
Here’s to better days for all of us.
