. 8am. Rain.
. I pull on grey sweatpants and a grey sweatshirt. I walk barefoot through the apartment, opening blinds and plugging in the twinkle lights. Water goes on the stove for tea.
. Netipot. And then I cough violently until my lungs are clear(er). I make myself lightheaded.
. Sweet potatoes, scrubbed + sliced into wedges, tossed with olive oil, coarse salt, pepper, paprika, cumin, oven at 390 degrees. Into the oven and I get back into bed. A string of twinkle lights blows out.
. The last apartment was always cold on days like this. No matter how much I ran the heat, there was a constant chill. The thin carpet did nothing to keep out the cold of the concrete slab and there were cracks under the doors a half-inch wide. Here, I don’t need to lay blankets down to keep out the drafts. And the hardwood stays warm thanks to the tenant below. This apartment was made for hibernation. Ani has gone back to sleep.
. I’m disgruntled about having to leave but I need groceries. I decide to just get everything at one store, even though I know it will cost more, but they don’t have twinkle lights so I go to another store, and then realize I forgot the coconut milk and go to yet another store. By the time I get home I’m extra disgruntled. I make another cup of tea and get back in bed. At least I thought to get some tater tots for a snack later.
. The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.
. Chickpea-cauliflower coconut curry for lunches this week. I add star anise, fresh ginger, and a cinnamon stick to the remaining bone broth to make pho.
. I wish it was a three day weekend.