Monday was just a confluence of unfortunate circumstances. The chicken was defrosted. The rutabagas cut up. The green beans prepared. But the workers doing the plastering did not leave until 8 PM. By then I was tired, didn’t feel like cooking and surrendered to my old self who wanted pizza. So we had a cheese pizza delivered and topped it with mushrooms and onions that we had sauteed.

That’s two pizzas in 10 days. Not good. In reaction to eating badly, my old allergic reaction reared its ugly head and today my lip and cheek swelled up. The whole time I’ve been eating properly this hasn’t happened. Maybe a bad reaction is what I needed to remind me that I need to eat right.