Saturday, August 16
I had every intention of sleeping in, but it was way too hot. Sweltering, really. Humid like the east coast. I got up at 9:30 and stretched. My sore throat was almost totally healed. No more gargling with sel gris water. I felt rested.
I went downstairs and my water war last night clearly did not put an end to the army of ants marching in a defiant trail toward my trash can. It was unsightly. I sprayed the trash can with Raid ant spray, as well as one of the baseboards along the trail.
I left to run errands. I went to the bank and to the painted pottery place to pick up the work my co-workers and I did last week. I loved the way my leaf plate came out, as well as a cute little trinket box I made for Susan’s birthday. Upon returning home, I went to the gym and ran for forty-five minutes. I have been neglecting my workouts, especially with the lethargy I had been feeling from my celiac disease coupled with travel (early morning flights).
I’m not sure where the day went. I watched the Olympics and worked on my story on gluten-free dining. I made homemade salsa with organic heirloom tomato, red onion, garlic, fresh lime juice, cilantro and fresh ground peppers. I wished I had chiles.
At last, my celiac symptoms were clearing up. No pain. The swelling and bloating was still lingering. I snuggled with my kitties and watched more of the Olympics until I began to fall asleep on the sofa. I sprayed another round of rogue ants with my plant water bottle and tried to kill yet another new trail that had been made by these dogged little buggers.