I feel like I have been wandering into the land of funk, and I can't find my way out. I have no set schedule for more than a few days at a time. I have no real source of income, which wouldn't be a bad thing if I didn't like to buy things. I can't get motivated to get back in shape to save my life. All my cold-weather clothes are in the attic, and I need a pair a sweats and a sweatshirt. Of course, it might help if I would close the windows, but I feel like I have been held captive in the A/C dungeon for months on end, and now it's time to breathe some fresh air.
I seem to be able to remember what I need to do for the day while I'm running, with nothing to write on. I get home, and for the life of me can't think of what I should be doing. Does this ever happen to you? I thought that if I got some clothes at 60 percent off at Coldwater, I would get over this. Not so much. I'm thinking if I make a pot of beans, it might help my attitude, or it will run every living thing out of the house. Funny story: Have you ever roasted garlic and eaten it? OMG, is it to die for. Alex and I have been doing this for a few years now. I think we started in Durango. I cut the tops off, pour olive oil over it, salt and pepper, wrap in foil and cook at 350 degrees for about 45 minutes. The pop out of the skins pretty easily, and you just munch them down. Note to self: Garlic has a way of seeping out of your pores and through your mouth, and there is an almost green cloud that follows you for at least a day. I personally believe garlic is a detoxifier, because it has to be taking all the toxins in your body and chasing them to orifices to be rid of them.
So today, I still need to write a paper for Polity, clean the house, make a hair appointment, get some food and my gosh, that's enough. Maybe I should get started. Hey, did you know the first day of fall was last Thursday? Cool, huh?