Well, today I managed not to have wine for breakfast.
(See yesterday,* plus comments.)
*See also, Kristin’s blog entry & poem on food journals.
Instead, I had low-fat yogurt and granola. First, I had a little OJ and swam my laps. Right after breakfast, I walked into town and back to do errands, hoping to beat the heat, but instead my walk was sort of a combination of Native American sweat lodge and Bikram Yoga.**
**Except where it says “ideally practiced in a room heated to 105°F (≈ 40.6°C) with a humidity of 40%” substitute “actually practiced while walking to and from town in air heated to 95°F with 90% humidity.”
Wearing a skinny-strapped top and a good (strapless) bra, to remain presentable at bank, library, and post office.
While walking, I wrote two entire humor columns in my head. If only I could get paid for that.
Then I came home and wrote them down in my cool, lower-level office, with a breeze coming in from the gangway. If only I could get paid for that! Hmm, we’ll see. But fear not! My flexible (thanks to heat and humidity and lap swimming) life as a poet and freelance editor is actually working out, for which I am so grateful.
Also grateful for this cool, healthy picture of Grapes with Watermelon, by Jonathan Koch. If I eat watermelon for the rest of the summer, I should be fine. Or grapes.
But thanks to all of you who pointed out the value of occasional indulgences and that wine is a fruit.