All Fired Up

So, I have most definitely been in a funk, a mood, messed up in the head. My sister's lymphoma diagnosis blew the top of my head off. You know like that emoji with the brains exploding ever upward. Today I just flipped a switch. Six weeks of relief-seeking is enough. This morning as my husband was watching a YouTube video where some fool was spouting nutrition advice I thought, bam. That's it. Well, maybe the guy who could be an Adonis stand-in wasn't such a fool with those washboard abs he chisled out from under 280 pounds (which is what my husband weights now). But I decide I was over and done. So, instead of focusing on all that's fucked up (and holy crap there's a lot), I'm going to get certified in something related to nutrition. Focus on health. Instead of meditating my way through intensiional cramps, hiding from the grief over my sister's bald head, camping in the backyard becasue of the New England resurgence of COVID, I'm going to attend eCornell. Already signed up for an info session. My husband and I are having friends over for a pizza lunch this afternoon. We've been playing around with woodfired pizzas in our fish-mouthed little pizza oven. Learning how to make healthy pizza, burned mozarella notwithstanding. But we're firing up the pizza oven and I'm fring up my soul!

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