Nesting: a (sort of) photo essay
I made it back to Denver on Saturday night, and when I walked into my apartment, I swear, it took everything in me to not drop to my knees and kiss the hardwood floors. For all of the trips that I take, I am a bona fide homebody.
Yesterday, it started snowing. It was pretty and white and wintery outside, so I looked out the window for awhile.
Then, while still in my pajamas, I made my best breakfast, and drank 3 cups of coffee in quick succession.
This is too much coffee, so after that, my hands were jittery. But I managed to plug in my new Sonicare toothbrush, which I got for Christmas. It’s changing my life. I’ll never go back. NEVERRRRRR.
I looked at my new wall-hanging, a gift from my sister-in-law. And then my heart exploded with sprinkles.
At one point, I ventured out to buy myself some yellow roses – because according to L’Oreal, I’m worth it?
I opened all of my mail (6 weeks’ worth – Merry Christmas to ME), and loved all of the holiday cards that my friends sent. I put them on my fridge.
Then, I pulled out my food processor and made almond butter. I added a little bit of vanilla and cinnamon to make it taste like heaven, that’s what. I didn’t want to put it in a Tupperware, because please, ugly – so I decided that a glass butter dish would work just fine.
I acknowledge that this totally doesn’t look as appetizing as it is.
I also made chocolate chip cookies. I didn’t get a picture. I promise it’s not because I ate all of them – it’s just that they’re now in a plastic bag in my cabinet, and who wants to see that?
I talked on the phone for awhile. I didn’t get a picture of that, either. But it happened.
I examined my current physical ailments – eczema on my hands, 5 swollen toes on my left foot (do I have the Gout? I’M SERIOUS), and yellowing bruises on both of my forearms. All are a mystery. And again, no picture – but let’s be honest, you’re totally okay with that.
I watched a documentary called “The Art of the Steal.”
Finally, I ventured to the gym and ran 5 miles on a treadmill, which did not bode well for the 5 swollen toes on my left foot, or, incidentally, my mood. Then, I went to Target and bought graph paper, because how much do I love graph paper? It’s so regimented and orderly, and when I write on it I can tell myself to “read between the lines” and totally mean it.
That was yesterday, but this is today – and today, it’s 3° outside and I am feeling positively unwell. So it’s a sick day for me – back to bed to hopefully sleep off the crud (and the Gout).