Oh, the weather outside is not very frightful. Nah. It’s sunny and high 60’s which is cold to some Californians. Not me. Well, not normally me. But I won’t lie, people: the heater has been briefly turned on twice this month. I’m not proud but running around shivering is stupid too. Thus, it’s official now: I’m a California wimp.
Reading isn’t about quantity for me (I set no yearly reading goals) but enjoyment, and sometimes you go through a dry patch where nothing appeals to you. Murder? Nope. Ghosts and goblins? Nah. Chuckles galore? Uh-uh. Ooey gooey love story? Groddy to the max. Something enlightening or inspiring? Errrr … okay, I’ll try it. But I won’t promise to like it or read it. Maybe I’ll just pet the book lovingly and eventually read a page if I’m feeling feisty.
To be completely honest, I’m not sure if this is volume 6 or 12 or 4. I’m too lazy to verify something that really doesn’t matter much in this big ‘ol thing we call life. Also, I had something else fun planned for today but I can’t remember what that was. Normally I do write my post ideas down (I have an ongoing draft with a list of ideas) but didn’t do it and don’t remember what my grand idea was. And sticking with the honesty theme, it may have not been that fun or grand either. 😀
Last year, for those of you with great memories, you may recall that I was on my get healthy journey and overall doing well. Pounds were lost and not found again. Bat wings became less flappable. Butt shrunk, leading to saggy ass pants bottoms which I found both fascinating and horrifying. But … but … but … now. Now is not so great. Pounds have been found. And I feel all the feels, which sucks because I am an emotional eater.
Hmmmm … maybe a more apocalyptic title then I intended but still … true. And let’s be real — all of us have worried at least once in the past two years that someone might accidentally, on purpose blow up the world. Or was that just me? No, I didn’t think so. But we’re still here: alive, breathing, kicking and screaming. I’m grateful to be here with you ass-kickers and world-changers and love-mongers.
Da-yummmmmmm … these bad boys are so, so, so good. Now don’t worry — two food posts in a row is unusual but A Mindful Migration isn’t turning into a food blog. Been there, done that, wasn’t super successful and I ain’t into repeating myself. Nope. The after Halloween to New Years Day corridor is my favorite food season, which is why you get two back-to-back food posts to expand both your palate and waistline. And people, I may not take the world’s greatest pictures but the food — the food is delicious!