Things I’m grateful for:
1. FOOD.😄 It just makes me so stinkin’ happy.
2. Being able to sit at my dining room table and gaze out onto a beautiful day.
3. My home. I always found it rather shabby (I am no interior decorator, after all), but now it’s a nest of warm, loving safety.
Wow, who knew fast food chicken could taste so good? When Rory and I got back into town last night it was already too late to cook anything so we stopped at Chicken Express for chicken and fixin’s. As soon as that bag of food was placed in the car the smell hit me and I felt like a ravening wolf. I ended up snarfing down two chicken pieces (and thought about a third), a pile of mashed potatoes and gravy and cole slaw. Manna from heaven. My scrambled eggs this morning were similarly blissful. I’ve been fantasizing about food that I could actually eat for so long that I think I’m going a little nuts. Rory had to run back to Walgreens for another prescription for me and made a quick stop at HEB to pick up a few things I’d requested. One of those things was a plain whole milk Greek-style yogurt called Fage (pronounced fah-yeh). I mixed in a small-ish spoonful of raspberry preserves with about 6 ounces of the yogurt and once again blissed out. Oh, and then my neighbor Amy brought over more of her amazing soup. I simply can’t seem to get enough good stuff to eat!
I was worried that our kitties might have forgotten who I was because I’d been gone so long, but it didn’t take long for them to warm up to me. Amy (the cat, not the neighbor) knew the sound of my voice and hesitated only a moment before diving in for kitty pets. She’s been my shadow ever since. Tesla, the big oaf, is the only one still a bit suspicious. Honestly, I could be a serial killer infiltrating the house.🙄
I’ve been a total slug today, mostly sitting at the dining room table, blogging, eating, checking the news (bad idea), and enjoying the light change outside. Not a bad way to spend the day. Rory fixed a chicken galette for dinner tonight and it was yummy. I’m desperately trying to fatten myself up just a smidge over my furlough because I have no idea how hard the next round of chemo is going to hit me.