DRINKING Not Your Father’s Root Beer, after finally (fi-na-lly) tracking it down in a store near home.
WATCHING Scorpion, My Big Fat Fabulous Life, and You’re the Worst. I’m trying to get back into live cable this season, and it is delightful.
Uhhh… WRITING blog posts. It’s been two months. Remind me to write a post about how I’ve been suffering from a nasty case of “nothing I have to say is worth sharing.”
LOOKING forward to cooler weather, many more lattes, pumpkin carving, and blankets. Remind me of this in one month when I’m heartbroken it’s winter.
EATING vegetarian for the last month. I’m not sure how long it will last. I didn’t make any big decisions or commitments before I went for it on September 1. It feels good to be back. It feels like… me. More than (some really good) arguments about health or animal rights or the environment, it just boils down to something I really want to and (sometimes love to) do. Like a big experiment.
ADORING my brand new papasan chair from Pier 1. I deliberated for months, and finally went for it. I needed “my spot” in the apartment. It is ridiculously comfortable and perfect for reading books.
ALSO DRINKING whole milk and coconut sugar in my coffee, and wondering what my current “favorite” is. Sometimes it takes me longer than it should to pinpoint my preferences.
FEELING totally spent with the workweek and looking forward to a weekend of couch time, Project Life, movies, and Fitbit steps. TGIF.