It was a mostly regular Sunday with coffee, phone games, news, emails, and dance group. It snowed this morning, which has been all too common this winter. Dance practice involved trying to override muscle memory on a choreography learned a few years ago which is now being heavily revised. It’s turning out to be a difficult rewiring process and feels like a test of my dwindling reserves of patience.
After dance, it was a quiet day at home. There were snuggles
with Kiki, too much time on social media, and the roasting of sweet potatoes,
red-skin potatoes, and broccoli.
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| Steak and veggies. |
After supper, I could feel my iron poor blood
reviving in my veins. Or maybe that was my imagination. Hours later, the steak was
sitting heavy in my stomach like a stone. Pretty sure that was not my
imagination. Clearly, my system, accustomed to heavy consumption of vegetables,
sugar, and meat substitutes, is confused by the sudden presence of a steak gift
from Omaha. It will be interesting to observe the after effects of the steak
consumption.
