Self prescribing early bed with a stuffed bear, a heat pack, my husband and The Readers’ Companion to The Lord of the Rings.
I went to my friend’s house for acupuncture (she’s a TCM practitioner) and as well as sticking needles in me she sprinkled me with salt and ginger and set herbs on fire on top of me
I loved it
I feel great
If I tell my husband he will be like WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKING FUCK??
You know, I realize it’s ridiculous, but when I think of people going between LA and SF, I literally picture them going down a hill or up a hill. Like - somebody on twitter said they were biking from LA to SF and I was like, damn, that’s uphill all the way.
You’re like Treebeard: ‘I always like going south. Somehow it feels like going downhill.’