GG's first day of school went fairly well. No big crises, no drama. Which is good, because the first day is sometimes dicey. Even when you're the teacher.
My day has been ridiculously productive so far, which, I have to admit, is making me look over my shoulder for the the freight train to come and derail my efforts. But so far, no train. And a lovely cup of jasmine green tea with a little bit of honey have helped me sail through the afternoon as well.
I realize I suffer from a condition not unlike PTSD, though I'm hardly a soldier, I'm simply a cog in the wheel at a startup and things gets nutso and tend to change very quickly and sometimes I get whiplash and a headache but that's getting better now.
Things like early morning walks/jogs on the trail help. So do strolls in the garden, sitting and listening to the pond gurgle, petting Tipper Ann until she rumbles like a little motor boat and enjoying the coolness that accompanies darkness in the high desert.
And tonight for dinner we're having BLT's. With the B being applewood smoked bacon from Trader Joe's, the L being butter lettuce, and the T being brandywine tomatoes from the garden. They are coming on and they are sweeter than they've ever been. OMG they're wonderful.
Oh wait, the BLT's should be BLTG's...with the G being guacamole. Forgot that part, which, arguably, could be the very best part of all.
My day has been ridiculously productive so far, which, I have to admit, is making me look over my shoulder for the the freight train to come and derail my efforts. But so far, no train. And a lovely cup of jasmine green tea with a little bit of honey have helped me sail through the afternoon as well.
I realize I suffer from a condition not unlike PTSD, though I'm hardly a soldier, I'm simply a cog in the wheel at a startup and things gets nutso and tend to change very quickly and sometimes I get whiplash and a headache but that's getting better now.
Things like early morning walks/jogs on the trail help. So do strolls in the garden, sitting and listening to the pond gurgle, petting Tipper Ann until she rumbles like a little motor boat and enjoying the coolness that accompanies darkness in the high desert.
And tonight for dinner we're having BLT's. With the B being applewood smoked bacon from Trader Joe's, the L being butter lettuce, and the T being brandywine tomatoes from the garden. They are coming on and they are sweeter than they've ever been. OMG they're wonderful.
Oh wait, the BLT's should be BLTG's...with the G being guacamole. Forgot that part, which, arguably, could be the very best part of all.
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