The Bug's painful gassy spells seem to be disappearing. She is happy.
On a seemingly contradictory note, I have been existing almost entirely on low-fat black bean burritos for the last 2 days.
On a hopefully related note, I last based my diet solely on bean burritos my freshman year in college for budgetary reasons. I lost several pounds.
On a note that helped my pocketbook but hurt my waistline, I got a job after my sophomore year in college, and could afford better food. I gained several pounds.
On a related note, I set several New Year's Resolutions, most of which I will not tell you about.
A note about my New Year's Resolutions: one I will tell you about is to do yoga one time per week. Partially because of the aforementioned waistline, and partially because my mat is hot pink.
A colorful note: does hot pink detract from the spirituality of yoga?
On an inquiring note, can yoga be spiritual anyway if I'm watching it on television surrounded by my laundry?
A second New Year's Resolution note: another is to fold all my clean laundry within 48 hours of it being washed. I hate folding laundry. Especially when I could be nuzzling a baby instead.
On a baby-time distracting related note, I have to return to work in the next couple of weeks.
On an inspiring, overwhelming, testimony building note, it will not be to the same job. (Sniff, sniff.) Instead, it will be to a new job. A new, flexible, let-me-stay-home-with-Bug-far-more-and-pays-more-anyway job. My heart is full. She is happy.
On a circular note, it seems we are back where we started.