The weekend is now,
Time for rest and renewal,
Springtime has begun!
Ahhh. The long awaited weekend has arrived. Yet this one feels different. No hanging out in PJs all day this weekend as the desire to do so has vanished most likely due to working from home—I actually want to put on the weekend casual cloths! And that’s not the only thing that has begun to blur the lines between weekdays and weekends: I don’t need to go fill the car up with fuel, I don’t need to do oodles of batches of laundry, I don’t need to pack lunches for the week—although I probably should continue to do so to prevent standing in front of the fridge with the door open for multiple minutes only to decide to grab the unhealthy foods. I also found myself questioning what day it was several times during the week. Yes, the psychological clocks have been completely disrupted.
Another thing that has been disrupted is it’s becoming more difficult to find the staple food items in the grocery stores that I rely on to stick with my plan. Fresh fruits and veggies choices are limited, dairy products are scarce, and meats and poultry items are not being restocked. Pretty much any food item that is considered “perishable” is now problematic to find, leaving only the dried and frozen food items left: the very items that are considered bad! I’ll keep going as long as I can, but it may require visiting the stores every day or so to find the rare chicken breast or fresh avocados. Under normal pandemic-free circumstances, this would not be an issue, but going to the grocery store every day or so increases the chances of becoming infected, so welcome to the latest twist on “Murphy’s Law.”
I did make my favorite on-plan chicken stew with the chicken I was able to find at Hanniford in Brattleboro, Vermont, a few days ago. The stew should last me a few days so at least I can mostly stay on plan for a little bit longer. One snag did occur this weekend however. My niece, Eleanor, made blondies with cranberries in them. This I could not refuse. So yes, I had one tiny homemade blondie. It was very good. My 10-year-old niece is turning out to be a very good bakery cook.