Chronic Ama

The pantry was definitely my inner self forcing me to live that metaphor. I feel like everything is a mess right now. There's so much going on. So much noise. So much on my plate. We've gotten through this before. It's the little victories that pull us through. Saturday evening and ran a quick errand to pick up some much needed medicine. I ran into an old coworker that really brightened my day. It was nice to see someone that I enjoyed working with. It was even super cool that she wished me a happy birthday, remembering that our birthdays are a day apart. It's those little details that people remember that make you feel good. After the nice conversation, I headed home. On the corner of the street on the way home I see a little blonde girl with her dad standing, holding a Girl Scout Cookie sign. It immediately made me think of my Bellini and her dad. They were such a perfect cookie selling team. It's been bittersweet not selling cookies this year. I had to stop a

I have the house to myself for a spell. I put on makeup and another new dress to test run today. Then, I decided to clean and purge the pantry. I've found strange (to me) things: 4 opened bags of powdered sugar . The need to wear an apron to complete this task. Nuts seeds and sugar free chocolate.... all the low carb snacks I learned to love and then dismissed as soon as Halloween crept near. Extra dry vermouth because I forgot that i can make a pretty good classic martini. 10 bag clips not attached to anything. And finally, a sense of accomplishment that I haven't felt for a long time.