Is doubling the Lexapro permanently a good thing? Er… I don’t know. It may be too good. It’s really hard to tell given all the madness accompanying the holidays.
I found a CD yesterday that I hadn’t listened to for years. It’s the Deller Consort doing William Byrd’s Masses for 3, 4 and 5 voices. I tried to listen to it in the car yesterday but it got scratchy. It’s probably a good thing, because I can’t think of anything I could actually do while listening to this music. It’s transporting. Luscious harmonies, and at the same time you can get utterly lost in the counterpoints. And I’ve only gotten to the three-part mass so far.
I’ll probably have to turn it off soon – I keep getting all weepy. Really, this music is just heartbreakingly beautiful.
The baking frenzy is almost over. Two more days. But then there’s the pie. Did I mention? There’s a pumpkin pie with a praline top crust that I’m going to try this weekend.
Brian’s baking a ham. Mmmm… sweet potato casserole, mashed potatoes, green beans, stuffing, crescent rolls, egg nog, and pumpkin-praline pie. A low-carb dieter’s nightmare. Glad I'm not one. I ought to get some wine, too. Add it to the list.
Believe it or not, my weight has actually stayed steady. My only goal has been to not gain weight over the holidays. While cookies have been everywhere (I dipped a frozen Hershey-special-dark-chocolate-chip-cookie into my coffee and about had a mochachocogasm right there in the kitchen) I’ve been so busy in the evenings that I’ve barely sat down except to scarf some dinner and keep doing. But it’s getting done – names are getting crossed off, holiday cheer is being spread in the form of pumpkin-chocolate-pecan bread, pits of love, brownies, gingersnaps (oh that’s right, all the gingersnaps have disappeared) and even salted toasted pecans for my boss, who’s trying to watch her sugar.
Yesterday we went through Duckie’s old clothes and toys, then delivered two bags to Goodwill. Some of the toys caught her interest again, which is fine – eventually they’ll bore her, and until then she’s got another little something to play with. (This morning she was playing doctor with the musical beagle; it was hilarious. I got a shot, too. She’s very good at administering them; I didn’t feel a thing.)
We’re working with what we’ve got. By the time I get back to work ten days from now, we will hopefully have turned our den from junk storage to functional, pleasing space, complete with small computer desk for laptop, Brian’s clothes (he gets a big dresser of his own), a corner for his guitars, and another one for my yoga stuff. Enough floor space to let our friends and family crash, and certainly enough for me to lay down my mat.
I miss my mat. My last practice was class on Saturday. After six months of minimum four-times-a-week practice, my mat is screaming to me like a SWAT team. “You! Get down on your hands and knees, now!”
Last night while Duckie was falling asleep (she still insists on having me in the room) I slid down to the floor and stayed in a little ball of a child’s pose for a few blissful minutes. Then virasana for a while until my feet threatened to fall asleep entirely, then a s…l…o…w roll up to standing. By the time I was done, my head was entirely clear and Duckie was asleep.
Which brings me to Yogamum’s challenge, and a New Year’s Resolution, which is simply to practice every day during the month of January, no matter what.
Here’s the link. I’m excited; it’s another way to connect with yogis without having to actually go to class. Love it. Pretty site, too, very zen.
I can’t imagine I’ll be posting over the holiday. No connection at home.
I wish you peace, love, joy, and mouth-watering dark chocolate kisses.