Monday March 3 2014

Sleet Caviar (Mar 3 2014) (2)[i]

Waking up around 11 a.m.

Peanut Butter Oat Bites. Coffee with Coconut Creamer.

All day shift at China Wok.

I feel sickly – body is a little weak and feverish but nothing I can't put up with since I have to work. I pop an Ibuprofen and sip on lots of liquids.

Egg Drop Soup with Crunchy Noodles. Tomato Basil Focaccia Bread. Applesauce.

It's dramatically colder than yesterday, like in the 20's. Virginia Beach is the only place I know where you can experience warm summer weather one day and then tomorrow strap on a winter coat to protect yourself from a snowstorm. It starts hailing, but the ice crystals are small enough to resemble caviar. This sleet on the road creates much more dangerous driving conditions than the previous snowstorms. I take it easy on turns when the wheels start grinding through thick patches. Spinning out a few times is expected but I've already learned what to do when this happens – don't force the steering wheel – don't slam on the brakes – don't panic. I've been doing this job long enough that I conduct everything with a sense of indifference anyway.

Sleet Caviar (Mar 3 2014) (1)

Fiberful Peanut Butter Chocolate Granola Bar.

Even though I'm sick I keep gaining second winds of endurance and energy. And I can't complain because the customers are mostly generous considering the snowfall – at least five $10 tips in total – I'm eternally grateful.

Oceanaire Disco (Mar 3 2014)

Mediterranean Salad with Falafel. 

Finally it all ends – my work weekend is over. When I arrive home Ana and Will are chatting at the table. Will baked $4 Pizzas to which I have a few slices of. Ana baked delicious Brownies using coconut oil – how could I resist nabbing at least two pieces. We were supposed to have a movie night but then the snow happened and Moe is already watching something in the living room. Ana announces she's going upstairs to nap. While I juice some oranges and clean the dishes Will and I discuss the validity of conspiracy theories – the imbalances in the work force – the value of the dollar compared to the value of a skill – struggles for a coming-of-age 20-something.

Me: "And I'm about to be a 30-something. So I feel like I have to start living like a 30-something."

Ana's acting restless in bed when I join her. But eventually we drift off to dreamland.

[i] Images by me.

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