Chocolate is a perfect food, as wholesome as it is delicious, a beneficent restorer of exhausted power... it is the best friend of those engaged in literary pursuits. ~ Baron Justus von Liebig, German chemistDang! I love chocolate. I'm a chocolate snob, in fact. Chocolate makes everything right. Go shopping at Dagoba for a sensory treat that makes anything made by Hershey's seem like cat turds. There is a gentle peace finding its way into my being these days. Challenged by boredom and irritability only on occasion now, my small world feels full and lovely. Being home on hiatus from work (I'm a bodyworker by trade) isn't easy to adjust to. I am not one who sits still often. Accompanied by the recent California heatwave, it has been downright inviting to sit about and crankify. But a very special frog that inhabits my womby inner lilypond makes it impossible to fret. And I don't want to spend my energy that way. You see, I think of energy as a bank account. Being pregnant finds me running a bit low, so I am choosing to be careful about how I spend this energy. I'm picking my inner battles more selectively, talking on the phone less, savoring my meals more, doing that listening thingy, and kissing dogs lips each chance I get. I know few people with as much idle time as I have now. I hardly know what to do as the hours click by and the sun comes over the top of the house to burn my windows and mock me. I am finding out, I suppose. I'm working on a series of bits of writing on my elders that I'm finding immensely satisfying to put on paper. Here is a snippet: *there was one painted everything in sight butter lids tin cans collaging images from tv guide chachi and joanie gave me her puppy once ran away as soon i got it home lived in a tiny pink trailer behind her daughter june spit snuff into a coffee can lined with a paper towel and ate a lot of bacon under a swamp cooler* I miss my squishy granny.