Have not done justice to Diane Konchilas since Pitsa has been here. This chicken in yogurt was quite good, though I would have browned the chicken first, and added lemon juice/peel to the yogurt sauce.
Tonight it is windy and the sky is spitting hard, little ice pellets. Yianni is in Kelowna. It is 10 pm and I just got Anemone in bed (I think I might have to tie her down). I, similarly, cannot sleep. I am afraid that shrink may have a point: I feel downright manic. Not to be confused with elated, or high. I feel my thoughts are rushed, circular, out of control . Things are too fast, too confusing. My driving is bad. I'm spending too much money at grocery stores and Shoppers Drug Mart. It is 10:30 - I've been up forever and will not be able to sleep for hours.....It feels dangerous.
Does everybody feel that they need to achieve some sort of status through their career? Some level of recognition? Does everyone feel like they have a responsibility to contribute to society, to culture to the planet? Does faffing about with bread microbes amount to any sort of contribution?
Does writing bad prose?
Does picking fluff out of your navel?
How about I set my bar for basic hygeine, and go from there.
Now, about that fluff.....
Well if that's true I'm screwed. i prefer to measure in terms of how much I love. Not an easy task either but more of an ongoing challenge.
ReplyDeleteI think the picking of fluff is equally important in life as it lends one to a moment of quiet meditaton. And that my dear is everything.
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