Saturday, November 7, 2009
Strange that my Achilles heel – the thing that puts a stop to everything from the very first moment I spot the blur in my line of vision – is about as far from the foot as I could hope to get. These things are random and intense and prompt a spontaneous but definitive change of plan, no question. Caused by prolonged stress, holiday relaxation, a skipped breakfast, exposure to brightest sunlight, camera flashes, early morning exercise, my very own WEDDING and, (ahem) first anniversary, pregnancy, childbirth, JUST TALKING ABOUT THEM*, all or none of the above.
My apologies, but one of these is holding back that sandwich recipe/how to. Just saying, in the unlikely event that anyone, was like, holding their breath. Given the aftermath is more than a bit zombie and there’s some real life catch-up to do, lunch will be served sometime next week. Promise.
* So please, let’s not talk about ’em. For any of you nice commenty types, how about we talk weather, or something?
PS. Those are not my feet.