Sometimes when you come home, you are too hot and too tired to do anything but sit in your porch garden, look at your plants, and eat some ice cream.

That happened to me the other day.

So that's exactly what I did.

I feel better now.

I went for a walk in the woods yesterday. It was perfect.

I'd been in a funk, the kind where I wanted to scream every time the people around me had the audacity to do something crazy, like breathe. I needed some alone time.

Even though it was raining, I needed to get out in nature, by myself, away from anyone who might breathe too loud.

I rode my bike to some conservation land on the bike path, and I walked in the rain, and I sat under a tree, and I got soaking wet.

I felt better immediately, and all was well again. I highly recommend it.

Man.

These past couple of days have been rough.

Nothing unmanageable, and most of the trouble has been my own doing,* but still. I am ready for life to go on an upswing again. Meanwhile, last.fm knew my mood perfectly today, and look what they played me:

This song, some farmer's market asparagus for dinner, and a little House Hunters International is starting to make me feel better already.

*Except the huge pipe explosion and subsequent boil water order for the entire metro Boston area, minus Cambridge. I had nothing to do with that.

The Courtyard at the BPL

Today I was in the grumpiest of moods (unemployment tends to do that to me with alarming regularity), so I went to my favorite place in Boston, and maybe the whole world.

At times like these, I'm really grateful I ended up in Boston.

Goodness Gracious

Did you know that the readership of one's blog increases dramatically when one actually updates one's blog? Shocking, I know.
Anyway, aside from my adventures discovering the beauties of excel in business casual, there isn't much of an update on the me front. My life is pretty boring. I go to work, do my job, and come home. This week I'm freakishly grumpy. I've picked approximately thirty fights with Manoli, several with my father (which is impressive since I only saw him for a couple of hours), and have thus far managed to avoid fighting with my mom only because she is good at ducking my bad moods.
This will go away, right? Grumpiness is not some strange side effect of working in an office, is it? I hope not.

Last night for dinner I had something that rivaled the Cacarero: a chili verde burrito from Anna's Taqueria with extra salsa. It was perfect. The pork in the spicy sauce, the rice, the beans, the aMAZing salsa, the guac. Yum. I want another one right now, please.
p.s. OH NO! Wikipedia just told me that in 2004, Anna's violated labor laws! I'm not sure how I feel about this. Labor laws are important.