It was one of those ai-yi-yi sorts of days, punctuated with some bright spots. I am seeing, just in glimpses and just at the outermost periphery of my vision, some glimpses of clarity. But like the bright elusive butterfly of love, it refuses to be captured. When I look for it, I can’t find it. When I’m not, THERE IT IS. For just an instant.
I will take this as a good sign.
Hit the weight room at the end of it, because sometimes, that’s what you have to do — pump iron. Lately, I’m digging the Jammer in the weight room. All the college students are out and back in the gym now, clanging plates around and making all kinds of noise. I like to bring my schvitzing old ass right in the middle of them. Get used to granny, kids.
So let’s make this short and sweet and picture-ific.
I’m trying to eat more vegetables, without going to too much trouble. This is becoming a favorite lunch/breakfast — shakshuka. Or, in this case, Extremely Low-Rent Shakshuka:
You make a little tomato sauce, get it how you like it, then drop a couple of eggs on top and cover the pan. When the eggs are done, you have a wonderful lunch, with protein and a cup or so of veg. You can season it hot or mild, add whatever you want. This one was spicy. The one I made for lunch today was mostly black beans. And that is how you console yourself as an at-home worker, at charge of your own lunch.
I’m sorry, but this just cracks me up:
Gerald Ford, spending a summer on Mackinac. It’s a piece from ArtPrize, called “Our President,” and the thought of it menacing tourists for the season is simply hilarious.
The Atlantic’s photo blog collection of tornado photos from Oklahoma.
Will this week ever end? We’ll see. But we’re now over the hump.