Dispatches from the Front
Here are some bits and pieces – none of them are meaty enough to make an entire entry, but throw them in together - baby, you got a stew goin’!
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One of the trainees in class smells like incense. Specifically, Nag Champa. The fact that a behavioral health practitioner smells like a head shop is amusing to me. Especially given this person's specialty - substance use disorders.
The second nice thing was picking up my car. I’m typically a Hertz person, because I got in the habit of that at my last company. But they close at the Richmond Airport at 11:45 PM, and my flight landed at just after midnight. So I went with National, because they stayed open til 1AM. The guy at the kiosk was super nice, and asked if I’d be interested in an SUV. I said I had no strong preference, and he said that he had a Ford Fiesta. He said it apologetically, and I said, “That’ll be great”. I actually love Ford Fiestas. They are essentially the exact same thing as a Mazda 2, and had I not needed a car that would fit my tall husband and assorted tall friends, I would have gone with it in a heartbeat. So you know, don’t apologize for a Ford Fiesta. Apologize for a Crown Vic, or a Chevy Spark.
In fact, this Fiesta has some party lights in it. There are some purple accent lights under the dash and in the cupholder console. Funky! Now, true – there’s no Sirius XM, but I think I’ll be OK. Anyway, Kiosk Guy appreciated my friendly, laidback demeanor. And I appreciate the low-mileage Purple Haze Party Car.
Last night, after some mindless internet time and a really weird episode of Bachelor in Paradise, I hooked up to my machine, shut down for the night, and I was out. I don’t remember tossing or turning or anything. I woke up with my mask ripped off, and I felt totally rested and a few minutes before my alarm. I haven’t slept that well in ages. And since there wasn’t any Benadryl involved, I don’t have that funky hangoverish feeling.
I ended up getting some groceries last night for my room, and more specifically, to make breakfasts and lunches. Breakfast is included at my hotel (Hilton Garden Inn) and I plan to enjoy that, particularly over the weekend, because they have an omelet station. But during the week, I’m using them for water, utensils, a bowl and a half cup of Honey Nut Cheerios. I’m pairing said cereal with yogurt (Banana Crème Pie) and powdered peanut butter. This, I have decided, is a better choice than the protein bars I’ve been eating – they are basically glorified, fortified candy bars, so… no. Done. Because that made me crave sugar, and I caved, and I put on a few pounds. Gotta get that scale moving down, not up.
And occasionally, quality AND quantity.
It’s all about balance, y’all.
Stew on that!