I’ve got a chicken-egg situation with my left pointer finger – bizarre, I know. I crack the knuckle because it hurts in a way that calls for a good crack, and then after I crack it, it hurts even worse. I mean, obviously I should stop cracking it. I know.
It’s that point in the summer where all the tomato plants are so big they’re falling over and there’s too many ripe maters to even give away. But salsa, mmm. And I see bruschetta in my future as well.
And why is it every time I go on a trip I come up with these completely unattainable goals, in addition to the packing and preparing. Such as: three posts in three days! (Because I didn’t write as many as I usually like to in June. Which monetarily is a thumbs down.) But that’s never gonna happen, even in a non-eventful week. But I never realize that straight away; instead I try and then get all exhausted and then finally collapse in a heap of surrender on the couch. Okay then. Revise plan to some level of reasonability.
Hey, you know that Galatians 5 passage with the laundry list of sinful acts? Someone – I’ve been wanting to mention – might have read that jauntily on Sunday. It might have made me laugh on the inside. I swear the tone was downright amused. (Although he still needs a haircut and a good shave, I’m just saying. Needs a girl.)
Today, a treadmill walk and then yoga. Possibly a post in the afternoon and the baking of coffee cake (I think?) for this weekend. Or maybe muffins. Or both. See – grand aspirations, unattainable goals.