Thursday December 17 2015
Waking up at noon feeling like shit – back and neck are sore – muscles ache – there's heaviness in my breath. I have no idea what it's from but it's not so bad I have to be bed ridden.
Greek Yogurt with Strawberries. Yerba Mate Tea.
Trying to feel better. Writing. Researching.
Grilled PB&J. Fuji Apple. Oolong Tea.
Teaching lessons at Music Makers.
Ana and I go to the Rec together. While I play round after round of basketball she runs on the treadmill.
Back home. Joint effort in the kitchen to make dinner: Lentils with Kale, Carrots, Onions, and Quinoa.
Today her stomach has been ailing her and because of that it causes her to be mean and whiney. She's totally aware of it. We talk a little bit about this later...
Me: "Yeah, every day I wake up and ask myself if Ana's gonna be nice to me today or not. I know she loves me but is she gonna be nice?"
Her: "You want me to be nice to you all the time?"
Me: "That would be nice."
"Niceness is a muscle I don't practice on you," she adds with a giggle.
Watching Ant-Man (2015).
Sleep 3 a.m.
[i] Images by me.
Posted by James Robert Smith at 7:12 PM