Back from Beach Trip Since Sunday Night and--

• COVID tests for Skippy and me, after Florida. We got rapid tests (negative) and the longer test (results will be emailed).
• Moving stuff from Fig’s attic apartment--things that wouldn’t fit in our rented SUV, including a small rolling/folding typewriter table from Good Housekeeping. Right out of “Mad Men."
• Whole Foods run for under $50, including a carton of plump fresh figs, which Skipper eats like candy.
• Birthday calls to our dear Figgy in Florida.
• Car maintenance by amazing Jason. We were overdue for an oil change--overdue by 2,000 miles. That is on the car we own. The car we rented was a dream--sleek black Ford SUV. I loved the hands-free phone calls, the navigation tools and listening to our Spotify playlists when Figgy and I plugged in our iPhones (for Fig, Radio Lab podcast; for me, music by The Divine Comedy; and Skippy’s favorites, meaning Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, Lana Del Rey). Our music tastes overlap with Billy Joel and “Daughter,” that better/best/ultimate song by Arlo? Guthrie.
• Starbucks cold brew (across from Jason’s garage) while we waited for car.
• Erratic eating. Need to get back on even keel. It was challenging to be in the condo with three young women and too many treats, including cassava chips, dark chocolate keto pb cups, gluten-free cookies, pizza, vegan bday cupcakes, etc.  Minefields. But there were healthy foods too: oatmeal, berries, cold brew, organic milk, whole-grain bread, freshly ground almond butter and more. And then the four days of driving were rocky, too--I packed and planned good choices but fellow travelers favoured visually triggering hush puppies, vegan chocolate chip cookies and the like.

I’m tired. 

Good night.