Today is day two of my headache. I do think this is the first time I've had such a strong-willed grief headache. And in just a few minutes I'll be recounting the grisly details of what I heard this week to two of my rather-selfless friends (who hopefully have rather-strong stomachs).
Although I usually process best by writing, I haven't been able to write down all the horrible implications of what the coroner said. I just can't bring myself to see the words, I guess. And actually, I'm realizing that my headache is intensifying just anticipating this evening's conversation. Maybe it can be like throwing up: 100% miserable during the act, but gaining a feeling relief afterward. I hope so, at least.
On a more every-day note, I cooked dinner tonight! It's been a long time since the days when I was shocked at hearing a co-worker mention they ate fast-food three times a week, and when I was beaproned in the kitchen every afternoon. Jay's no-carb diet has truthfully taken away a good deal of my motivation to cook, since I rely a little too heavily on positive affirmation (aka, "Oh honey, this is sooooo good") to get through tedious tasks. Then again, I suppose most of us do.
But back to today, in spite of this headache I cooked! With green onions from my garden (yay!) I did chicken with sauteed edamame, eliciting a throaty, "Oh, this is sumptuous," from my happy husband. Score. Plus, the chicken sauce had lots of butter in it, so I was happy too.
Now I just need a warm, flaky croissant filled with almond paste, and life might feel a little butter, er, better. Or, instead of complicating my emotions further with calorie guilt, maybe I could just imagine the croissant.
And then I could go eat a Thin Mint.
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