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1. I can sense, infallibly,when the tea kettle is about to whistle
2. It takes less time to drive home from Provincetown than it does to drive out there
3. The air tonight...

So this weekend marks the one-month anniversary of doing this detox diet, and I have to say that I have been pretty disciplined about it, too. I've totally given up coffee, and can't say I miss it, although I am usually grateful for my one cup of green tea (not decaf) that I've been having most mornings. The difference being that I can actually refrain from consuming caffiene for a couple of days on the weekend without actually gettnig a splitting headache and occasional fits of road rage. Which is nice.

Hallefreakinluia. It's finally Labor Day weekend.

So we've been quietly planning our upcoming vacation in New York, and finally locked in our reservations today. Here's how it all shook out:

So remember how I was doing that whole no-crappy-foods-diet thing after my horrible head cold of horribleness? Still doing it.

The in-laws are in town this week, and they are a wacky bunch. I love them actually, they are a major reason why I married into this family, because I wanted to be related to them. However, they've never before descended on us in quite such a mutli-generational format -- we've got Grammy, Mom, Step-Dad, Sister, and Sister's six-year-old daughter.

Well, the bad news is that I don't really feel any better today than I did yesterday. In sickness, as in all things, I generally insist on linear improvement. I prefer exponential, but will settle for the merely geometric. Alas. Disappointed again.

I felt this one coming on Tuesday night after dinner, just a touch of a sore throat that made me think ice cream, I need ice cream...

too congested to lie down

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