Wintery

I don't know.

I don't know if it's because my mood is in disequilibrium like my body is.

Or if it is simply true.

But, lately, I've been feeling boring on the blog.

It's one thing to blithely post the minutiae of one's life feeling comfortable riding a wave of creative buzz...and being boring to others.

But, the moments of faltering, when the buzz fades away and you find yourself googling fair trade underwear in the quiet space just before midnight (rather than tumbling into bed like your body is prodding you to do) and think about blogging about it...awkward.

Things (tend to) look a bit better in the morning.

But, then you realize you are going to post pictures of what you ate...again.

Whatevs.  Like I said yesterday, I will keep doing and moving and not think about it all too much.

Breakfast: leftover cauliflower fried "rice" scrambled with a beautiful pastured egg and a side of fresh guac (avocado mashed with garlic powder, kosher salt, European pepper, hand torn cilantro and a squeeze of lime juice).  That empty space on the plate is calling out for some sort of lovely garnish...something pickled would have been perfect...

I dug out Mr. Coffee.  Whilst cleaning out the fridge yesterday I came across some Irving Farm, hazelnut coffee.  Since it was ground for drip and since the truth is that my lazy ass is more suited toward making a pot of coffee rather than futzing with the French press, I unlazily climbed the step ladder to bring Mr. Coffee down, scrubbed a weirdly greasy coat of dust off of him, searched for the filters I knew were somewhere and made myself a pot of hazelnut.  It had been so long that I forgot to put in a little extra water.  (As it was, I was lucky there were measurement instructions on the side of the bag and that I could muster the brain cells to multiply and divide as needed.)

My morning cuppa had a bit of a bite to it, but it is sweet, sweet hazelnut, yo (elixir to chick nation).

The underwear.  Back when we were in Sacramento, I ordered a batch of black organic cotton undies from Maggie's Organics.  They were discounted because they were slightly irregular.  I have loved and worn these undies to their very last fibers.  Now, seven or so years later, I have learned that Maggie's no longer carries them.  My cheap labor safe organic high quality comfortable ones are no more.  And I am in pretty serious need of new unders.  I am vacillating between getting cheap labor questionable quality/comfort questionable ones vs. expensive labor questionable quality/comfort much less questionable ones vs. expensive labor safe/organic quality/comfort questionable ones.

Boring but true.  (If I was geekier, I'd slap up a chart to make the above clearer.)

Here are two pics I took while waiting for Daniel on the porch yesterday.  Our doorbell can be wonky and I wanted to make sure he was welcomed properly after such a feat as his.  (He scootered to our house from his...love him.)

When I sat done to write this morning, I thought I'd take a self-portrait of this boring mind.  The universe had a funny plan.  I discovered the new effects in the updated version of Photobooth in Lula.

Not boring!

It has occurred to me that "winterness" is settling in.  I have had many bouts of/dances with SAD in my adult life (a breather happened during our two years in sunny/warm Sacramento).  Though I am in so much of a better place these days than winters past, I think my body may be nudging me to pay some attention.  Mornings and waking up, in particular, have been very challenging.  Regardless of how much sleep I've gotten, and the generally good quality of that sleep, it has been hard and slow going getting up and awake.

Happy Winter...may it not be so draggy for you.