Just home from being out in public looking a mess.

Black yoga pants pulled on under last night's sleep shirt, ratty ballet flats, neon green splatter dyed-bandanna over a tangle of hair, and a giant pair of sunglasses.

Luckily the places I went were a yoga class and Whole Foods. And I live in Austin. So really I looked quite at one with my surroundings. Showing solidarity was a 6 year old kid going into the grocery wearing his spider man pajama pants and yellow plastic clogs.

Rock.

For some reason now that I am home there is no water in our apartment. When/if it decides to come back on I am making Indian food for dinner.

Murgh makani and yellow lentils and rice.

It would make me feel much more worldly and exotic to type murgh makani if I hadn't just copied it out of the sturdy little 50 Great Curries of India my mom bought for less than an hours work at the new minimum wage from a clearance table at a cheesy big-box chain bookstore.

Oh well.

I am also using there being no water as an excuse not to tidy up the kitchen and am just ignoring all of the laundry that needs to be put away with no excuse at all.

Tomorrow I go back to work and strangely enough thinking about it doesn't fill me with dread and/or rage.

This I could get used to.

Go outside today and soak up a little bit of sun.

It'll feel nice.

Promise.