Sunday January 3 2016
Waking up around noon feeling a bit achy and it being very difficult to breathe deeply, similar symptoms as I was having a few weeks ago.
Mom comes over for Sunday breakfast (or brunch). Fixing us a couple bowls of Greek Yogurt with Strawberries and an Orange. Sipping on Yerba Mate Tea. My mom thinks it might be the sudden drop in temperature causing my heavy breathing or maybe a combination of that and the second-hand weed smoke from last night.
Giving Ana a ride to work and running a few errands. Gonna take it easy at home and try to avoid strenuous physical activity.
Scrambled Eggs with Spinach. Toast with Non-Dairy Cream Cheese. Potato Chips. Oolong Tea.
Watching Love and Mercy (2014).
Research. Organizing. Scheduling.
Udon Noodle Soup with Kale, Carrots, Onions, Green Peppers, and Chicken Broth.
Two Cookies from Whole Foods.
At 11:08 p.m. I miss a call from Ana. It was assumed I would give her a ride home from Trader Joe's but her voicemail explains she's just gonna walk home. In this cold?! I try to call back but there's confusion on the other line with another employee. I didn't think she would actually walk home. So I drive out there and it turns out she did. I scold her when she gets home about not waiting for me. I was actually upset about it, mostly because she would assume I'd forgotten about her. I even call her a spoiled brat. I give her a bowl of the soup I cooked earlier and let it breeze over.
Later on, she walks into my bedroom to hang out for a bit. She looks over at my computer screen.
"Are you typing how frustrated you are?" she asks.
Me: "Yes! I'm typing how frustrated I am."
Whenever I do get upset at her it's always partially in jest.
Me: "You should know by now that I care about you and that I'm gonna take care of you."
Her: "That's why you called me a spoiled brat?"
Sitting on my bed she sips on her ritualistic green tea in the big black Frankenstein mug with apologetic innocent eyes. I love her.
I'm still not feeling well – still achy and weak.
Sipping on a hot ACV and Echinacea drink.
Sleep 3:15 a.m.
[i] Images by me.
Posted by James Robert Smith at 8:51 PM