Domestication of the Flapjacks. This has long been a theme in my writing. If I had a nickel for every post about dishes or laundry, well, let's just say I'd be dictating this post... My kitchen was thoroughly cleaned, organized and sorted. I mean, come on, I'm not using the damn thing, so there is no excuse for it to be messy. My living room is livable again. Laundry... we'll not talk about that.
As stated, there are only two more days of this fast remaining. It's not just like I can jump back in to steak, potatoes, and rich sauces -- no, no. I'll be drinking orange juice on Thursday, which is exciting after only consuming the same thing for 168 hours. Later in that evening I'll have some miso soup. Friday, I'll start with orange juice, and maybe some yogurt and nuts -- cashew sound good. Then I'll progress on to some veggies and grains, before eating real food that evening. I don't really want to do the four day ween on that is suggested. I know my body, and its limits. Just eat smaller portions than usually, and everything will be okay.
It's official. I'm going to London to see Leonard Cohen. Wow. I'll be there from the 8th to the 16th of November. If you know something fun to do, let me know. I'm really excited to go. I'm also going to book reservations to go to St. John, Fergus Henderson's restaurant, whilst there. Man. Stoked.
We have moved into our new offices at work. This is also very exciting.
As part of our new digs, we even have a break room! We've never really had a designated space that was for breaking. We've had two 'break tables' since I started, one was in the backstore, amid the hustle (sort of) and bustle, and the second was in the long since demolished Red Door.
Our staff deserve this. Sweet.
Ahh. Well. I'm kinda blissed out. Listening to the Beatles, sippin on some syzurp (maple, grade B) and thankful. Can't ask for much else.