I’ve had a ton of work to catch up on, and believe it or not, that’s good for my overthinky brain (until it isn’t — the tipping point always sneaks up on me). Lots of work also means I’ve been less out-and-about than usual, and that’s been good for my not-yet-healed metatarsals (and, I suppose, physical rest is good for that new clicky sound in my knee — it’s different than the usual soft crunching sounds).
In addition to working, I’ve been catching up on sleep, reading, and working through my backlog of media — largely comprised of podcasts, a few documentaries, and stand-up specials. What’s surprising is that I’ve also done some binge TV watching, and that’s not something I usually do. My general ignorance of popular television and film is a strange point of pride, so admitting to binge watching feels a bit shameful.
Granted, I always do other things while consuming media — housework, gardening, lawn-mowing, admin busy work, etc. Usually it’s podcasts, but anything that keeps my brain occupied during menial activities is good. Binge watching (/listening to) TV shows fits the bill. Buying a few sets of “wireless” Bluetooth earbuds was one of the best impulse buys I’ve ever made (damn you Kinja Deals!). With Bluetooth earbuds, the iPad stays put and I can go about my house or yard work untethered.
The yogurt keeps my digestive system running like clockwork, which is great (I have a notoriously sloth-like digestive system). However… the only thing going through that digestive system is kale.
Kale is 5% vitamins and minerals and 95% fiber. Actually, it’s worse than fiber. It’s roughage — the tough stuff — like mulch, dried brambles, fibrous shrubbery, or brittle tree branches.
Basically, the combination of yogurt and kale have turned my body into a wood chipper.
My butthole is very angry.
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