I’m slowly beginning to realize that I don’t need to eat as much in a day as I think I do… especially on travel. This blows my mind because I tend to plan my days around mealtimes.
Today the hotel I’ve been staying at furnished their coffee station in the lobby with cream and sugar, so that we may add our own, for the first time since pre-pandemic days. A little sunshine of joy appeared.
“There’s a dried up moth on the ceiling and he’s been whining relentlessly since this morning to reach it. We organized ourselves like the fire department”
Today is the day my beloved covid companion moved out after living with me for almost a year and a half, and several people smiled at me in a coffee shop, maskless smiles I could actually see, acknowledging a bittersweet end of an era and hope for brighter things to come.
Controversial opinion: as much a choir nerd as I am, and as much as I love singing in choirs, I actually don't enjoy listening to most choral music. I'm more attracted to small ensembles (both vocal and instrumental).
I just learned that it’s not that great for you to consume liquids with your meal, but I’m not ready to stop ordering unsweetened iced tea at restaurants. :/
I get annoyed when hamburgers arrive open-faced and salads come with dressing on the side by default. If I wanted to assemble my own meal, I would have eaten at home!
“FYI: My ex did leave her rock climbing shoes, so if you know anyone who’s interested let me know. And her rock climbing gear. I should hold an ex yard sale.”
Signs of our times: while hanging out with a friend, he picks up his phone, turns on the screen, and immediately turns it off and puts it down. "Sorry, I'm addicted to my phone."