I made kale chips. I used 1/2 a bag of kale, .5 oz of olive oil, cumin, cayenne, garlic, and salt. I roasted them for about 12 minutes in a 350 oven. I have no pictures. Evidenced only by the remains on the table, some slightly oily fingers and a pleasing heat sensation in my mouth.
I went to the dentist. Every time I think of a million and one ways to cancel my appointment. But I bite the bullet. They cleaned my mouthguard (I grind my teeth), scraped my teeth (they tell me they are excellent), and got them polished with the whirly circular brush from my nightmares. “Polishing” is THE absolute worst part of the entire process for me. Polishing makes my hands go numb, intertwined in a tense deathgrip across my abdomen. Polishing makes tears come to my eyes, and sometimes spill over. Polishing makes my face dance in ways that bring the hygienist to recall, “Oh my gosh. I’m SO sorry. You hate this part.” Repeated apologies, and movements that are 5x faster than before, getting the job done within seconds.
I need sealants on two of my teeth. Hooray, yay. Oh, that’s an added cost. Naturally. An appointment yet to be scheduled.
I made some cinnamon peanut butter granola to send to Dante.
I did downward facing dog and my silly dog walks over and starts licking my forehead.
I ate blueberries. I sipped tea. I lay still on the ground for 8 minutes, clearing my mind, replenishing my soul.
I reminded myself of what I need to pack for our trip to the cabin — 4-day weekend, hooray.
I promised myself I’d get off the computer at 1pm.
I am fulfilling that promise.