I’ve been feeling the urge to write a bit more lately *shrugs*

I don’t know why, but I’ve just been into writing in my various spots on the internet again lately.  I guess I’m just hitting a vein in my life that feels like it needs to be documented in some fashion.

Ummm…today was another pretty lovely day.  I did wake up early-ish (6:16 AM) and did my breakfast thing while putzing around on the computer.  Then I did my work of washing the dishes, and I also cooked some brown rice in my air fryer (such an awesome multi-tasker, that thing is!).  And now I’ve got ten cups of ready-to-use-however-I-want fibertastic plant protein (in the form of amylopectin (a protein that plants use for structure), one of the two primary compounds that make up a grain of rice, the other being amylose (a carbohydrate that plants use to store energy).  Both of those things give me all that I technically need to keep going on this big, wet rock.

The rice takes an hour and a bit to cook, so I used that time to do my treadmill thing along to another walk-on-the-beach video on YouTube.  I absolutely love the omnipresent feeling of the sound of the ocean in my a-freakin-mazing headphones.

I did get to talk to Shannon on the phone this morning while she drove to the place she was going to clean (I think today it was one of the auto-mechanic places).  That set my day on the path of being smiley.

My mom felt like going out for an early dinner so we hit up Chili’s at like 4:30 PM.  It was fine ’cause I think I had taken an unplanned nap instead of eating lunch (my brain can still give me those “lost-time spells” that are totally weird), so my stomach was growling.  My plant-based “hack” at Chili’s is a double-old-timer burger (with the black bean patties instead of beef) with no mayo or cheese and just mustard, lettuce, and onions and fries.  I think I’ll be full until sometime in the next millenium.  My mom got a phone call from my sister-in-law while we were sitting there and apparently she had just run into Sezzie at the automechanic with one of the men in her life (none of us can keep track).  I just did what my second college roommate taught me and brushed it off my shoulder.  I did the gesture and everything.  It works every time.

A lot of this I wrote about over in my prosebox, but I just feel like typing lately, and venting my emotions however they feel like being vented.  There is nothing quite like just settling into a text box and letting the fingers run the course to get through whatever’s rattling around up in the ol’ headspace.