I woke up around 2 this morning and couldn’t get back to sleep. Sigh. And my jaw is wickedly sore from clenching it during the few hours I did sleep. So, apparently, I’m a bit tense. It’s subconscious tenseness, though; Daily life is pretty much what it always is. I’ll save further introspection until I can work in a nap.
I’ve been convinced to keep a food log this week to make sure I’m eating enough of what I should be eating. Can I just say, BLEAUGH. I am about as excited write down everything I eat as I am to teach Asa how to wipe himself. (Eliot brought up that unsanitary milestone this morning and I almost ran from the room.) It’s just laziness about the food log. I don’t expect any revelations. (Wow, a whole cup of peanut butter a day …, I didn’t realize.) Ah, well, it can’t hurt.
Alright, the plan is to run in the cold drizzle for a while, read a bit of Karen Armstrong’s wonderfully titled book, Twelve Steps to a Compassionate Life, and then pick Asa up from school — and teach him a wholly different set of twelve steps. Keep me in your thoughts this afternoon!