The One With Too Much Bread

For dinner we made (vegan) cheesy garlic bread and now I am so full I feel a bit ill. Take it from me, kids: your eyes are always bigger than your stomach. Heed my warning, all right?

Bread overdose aside, it’s been a pretty good day for me. I slept in pretty late but at least my mood is feeling considerably more lifted than it has been over the last few days. Writing out my thoughts in yesterday’s entry helped me realize a few things and it was also nice to just get it all out there rather than having it all cooped up in my brain.

Last night we went to the movies and on our way back from the cinema we got caught in a huge thunderstorm that was so intense we had to pull the car over and wait a bit. The rain poured down relentlessly like thousands of buckets emptying from the dark sky, and although the effect was a little spooky, it was oddly calming. It made me think of all the thick puddles welling in the sides of the streets that I got used to seeing so often in Florida and Louisiana. England is so prone to drizzle that when a huge storm comes along like the one we had last night, nobody knows what to do. I suppose the best solution is to bundle up indoors with a cup of tea and enjoy the light show from the comfort of the sofa, unless you get stuck outside, of course.

I think tomorrow I might begin working on the last assignments for my module, but I don’t feel like I’m in any rush to do them. It would be nice to just get them out of the way but the module hasn’t even begun yet so I’m still really good in terms of time. Anyway, I’m just looking forward to spending some time at home over the weekend with the kitties and my husband. See you tomorrow!

day 260 the one with too much bread