I watched the first episode of Netflix's documentary series High on the Hog yesterday. It's beautifully produced, with drone footage of red roads and waterways in Benin, Africa. I would have liked a bit more detail about the food -- but i can look for recipes from Benin to get a sense of what was being prepared.
Doing my monthly report for work, i find last month a blur. I was distracted. My citation list is swollen with recipes for the peaches i picked up when returning from Florida. I think that was a redirect of energy especially as Grandmámá's life was reported to wane -- but instead was really the health of her care giver.
I feel like i have ignored all my responsibilities: work and parents. I know that's not true. The distraction of the odd identity theft Christine's had to deal with was not frivolous. (Odd, in that it is just this one ATT mobile charge gone awry.) Is this the tension i am feeling in my mouth? A sense of wanting to clamp my jaw down?
I'll see the physical therapist today and will find out if i'm doing the stretches wrong. I am bringing my tools to see if they are sufficient.