Avoiding “Feral.”

Bill is out of town again. Traditionally, this means failing to feed myself properly. I know I’ve mentioned my lack of skill with lunches numerous times on this blog; now imagine that for all meals, days at a time.

Bill jokingly tells people I “go feral.” It’s not an inapt comparison. I kind of hunker down and do my own thing, and occasionally things are super different when he arrives. (Examples: a much messier or much cleaner house, furniture rearranged, etc.)

This time, the major thing I’m trying to do differently is be a little less terrible about what I eat. This, I won’t lie to you, is largely because my friend Tasha unintentionally intervened Sunday and fed me a healthful breakfast, then took me to a reasonable late lunch, then took me grocery shopping, and by the time it was all over I was inspired to eat from my freezer on Monday.… Continue reading →