In a World That Keeps on Pushin' Me Around

Sheet Pan Dinner Rice Bowl

Roasted Chicken Sausage chunks along with cabbage wedges, Brussels sprouts, potatoes, carrots and onion over black rice makes a healthy less-meat type of meal.  I do less-meat because I can't quite get to meatless yet. After salt & pepper you can get creative with your spices or just leave it at that.  Toss them in some olive oil and roast.

Writing this in March while in quarantine.  Breakfast, lunch and dinner are all happening in the apartment so meals like this will come in handy especially since even if you love to cook, two or three times a day can start to feel a lot like work.

A day in the life of a hypochondriac

Some say we may gain more consciousness so to speak due to this difficult time we're in during to the Coronavirus pandemic.  Reading about all of these spiritual methods I'm using this time to kick out some conditions of my ego.  For example, I'm a bit of a hypochondriac.  Knowing that means I'm somewhat self-aware.  But my awareness was only there to serve another affliction, my need to be self critical and clearly define my faults.  But now when I recognize an illness coming on, I try to accept it but let it pass as you would a negative thought.  Only if and when it keeps coming back do I begin to accept it may be true.  P generally ignores me like all the men now but especially when I feel ill.  On the other hand, if he gets the sickness, then it finally becomes real.  No matter how many times it happens.  The thing is,  I do catch bugs fairly easily.  I mean you try working with thousands of world travelers in a closed environment each day that gets a soft wipe down once a week.  Busy family retail is brutal in big cities.  Someone is constantly coughing in your face.  And many folks haven't caught on to the turn away rule, some even seem to use my mouth to shoot spit hoops.   Right before this whole thing hit I was struck with two bouts of the flu.  I've felt crappy this entire last several weeks, a dull ache in my chest, shortness of breathe, mystery body aches including punch to the gut cricks off and on.  I've have fever like sweats and a thermometer on it's way from a distant planet.  I've mostly stayed resting during the quarantine.  Part of the day I feel good, but it's in spurts.  Nothing has gotten worse, so I will continue to ignore it.

Breakfast cracker with peanut butter, peanuts, golden raisins. 

Time will tell if I'm nuts or possibly this thing in its mild form lingers like the stench of my husbands sweaty Pendleton board shirt after a long winter.