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.
If you haven’t yet tried it, sometimes spraying with a distilled white wine vinegar solution works as well or better than ant spray. You might also try looking around outside to see whether you can see them going to and from their base camp, so to speak, and if you can get some idea of where it is, pour boiling water on it (I realize this sounds barbaric, but it’s effective).