Sunday Morning Coffee

This has been a very odd week.

Something felt off on Wednesday. I saw someone I didn’t want to see that evening which gave my heart a scary little jumpstart. Then later that night I found that our wedding site had been hacked and the culprit had left their calling card — name and email address. Idiot. This person has been a concern of mine for some time, but I never imagined this. Keeping my eyes peeled and will call the cops if necessary. Sheesh.

Tragedy struck my hometown and someone that my mom is close to. It’s not mine to talk about so I won’t. But I can tell that it’s been difficult for people around there to deal with this. Everyone is in my prayers.

And my tummy has been bothering me again. So much this morning that I’m not going to have my coffee. Maybe later. I probably need to get back on a better eating plan because right now I’m not doing anything. My weight is fine, but I don’t feel good. It’s always been hard to deal with this because people can’t tell that I’m ill when I am. And that kinda makes me feel like a slacker at life. I shouldn’t worry or wonder what people think about, I know. It’s just that all these years dealing with it has conditioned me to do so.

That’s more than I wanted to say. Links…

• The world lost a great poet last week. R.I.P. Ms Lucille Clifton
• A valid Subway cheese gripe — YES! I’ve been saying this all along.
• Guaranteed to send you to the ER : 7 Things Paula Deen Fried — and Ate
• Amy, I like beans, too. And I think I may be making your Black Bean Hummus today because it sounds so good.
• Hello, my name is Elizabeth and am a recovering sugar addict. I know what you’re going through!
• fast and feast, from the French Toast Girl.
• The Coolness Horse

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