March 13

Early bedtimes continue to be difficult.  This time I blame daylight savings time.  And tonight, choir.  I will prioritize sleep but not at the expense of singing Bach for two hours on a Tuesday evening.  Nor, apparently, at the cost of a clean kitchen.  Now at 10:30 I am just sitting down to recap the day, and this is important too.  So, bedtime at 11 tonight...

Gratitude.

I am so grateful for warm weather and sunshine, for slow walks down the sidewalk with an enthusiastic chatty girl.

I am grateful for music, the way it works my brain and my body, for the fact that I feel like I am actually singing this music, making music-- and we still have over a month of rehearsals.  It will be glorious and I am grateful in advance.

I am grateful for the fact that my children both ate well at dinner tonight.  I am grateful for Boston Market for inspiring this impulse in them.  (Jack even at a green bean.  Seriously.)

I am grateful for food with flavor, for carbohydrates, for coffee.  I am already planning my immense gratitude when I can re-introduce these things to my life in two more days.

I am grateful for the structure and rigor and challenge of following this diet, how it allows me to prove my will to bear discomfort.

I am grateful for hot tea and television with my honey and the comforts of my home.