Huh?

I was looking at some old text messages of mine. I found one that I sent to myself. Obviously a reminder of some kind. Of what, I don't recall. There were three words in this message: Zombies eat cake.

What the heck does that mean? Why would I send myself a text message saying: Zombies eat cake? It makes no sense. Do zombies eat cake? Aren't they the undead? Wouldn't the cake just fall out of their rotted heads?

Anyone?

Happy Thursday

Yes, I am happy today. I took a surprise vacation day. It was lovely not to be at work. Yes, there was one drawback of being home. The annoying accident that befell me due slipping on a patch of mayonaise. Yes, only I would drop some mayonaise on the floor and slip in it. Yes, I'm fine. Yes, my elbow which I fell onto is fine. Sore but fine. Even though I have an aching elbow (yes, BC, it's the one I already broke once), I still am happier than being at work. I have spent the day working on photos. Reading (not scanning as usual) the newspaper, and just breathing. But, I guess my question to you Willow is if I know my arm isn't broke, as I can put weight on it and move it, and it just hurts, is there any reason for an x-ray?

agate

It's National Scurvy Awareness Day

Passover is officially over...

now that I ate the last of my mother's homemade chocolate-covered macaroons. MMMMMM. I miss them already.

My weekend

After a week from hell, I finally had some respite. My weekend was wonderful. I only did three things: Temple, visited with my sister, and yoga. But these three things brought calmness and relaxation to my life. It felt very healthy. Plus, I ate a gizillion macaroons! So, all is well.

Love,

Agate

p.s. I spoke to a dear friend on the phone as well this weekend and her advice was very welcome and calming as well.

Buses

Ok, dear reader,

I know, I know, I've been complaining a lot lately, but all I can say is that I guess this is the outlet I feel comfortable with to get things off my chest. So, here's one more...

It's a beautiful afternoon. It is definitely spring out. But, am I outside? Am I enjoying the spring Am I worshipping nature?

No. I am reeling from being thrown under the bus. In a series of e-mails between someone who is not you dear reader, I can assure you, I discovered I was thrown under the bus. One of those big double-decker tourist buses. And I just discovered who it was who threw me under said bus. I had thought that person was a nice person, but obviously not.

It's just an awesome afternoon! It's all puppies and rainbows here in Agatestone land.


I need a nap.

see post below

Dear Reader, I've decided to forego life as a mime and will continue on the yogic path. I don't know what I was thinking!