I’m suffering from writer’s block again. After working another night shift and scrambling after the kids during my waking hours, this old lady’s synapses are battered and fried. My neural transmissions are sludgy. Words…not…come.
I don’t want this acute malady to turn chronic, so I need either a brain transplant or some much needed rest. And unfortunately, human brain transplants currently exist only in science fiction. So on my Flip Day, I’m going to do my best to relax and not worry about documenting every single thing I eat. I may actually kick back while on vacation and skip a few days of blogging. Imagine that!
But until then, the blog must go on…
On my second-to-last night at the hospital, the scowl on my face rivaled that of the Queen at the Olympic Opening Ceremony. Luckily, it wasn’t crazy busy, so I had time to dig into a LunchBots Clicks filled with my brother-in-law’s homemade smoked salmon, broiled zucchini, and half an avocado.
By the time the sun blazed across the horizon, I was slapping myself every few minutes to stay awake. My eyes were like slits on the drive home due to a combination of drowsiness and lack of sunglasses. And no, it’s not just because I’m Asian.
As soon as I stumbled through the front door, I mumbled that I wasn’t going to fix dinner tonight and headed straight to bed.
When I woke up in the evening, my husband was already home with takeout from Asian Box. It’s these small gestures that make me love him more every day.
I ate my usual – a bowl piled high with pork, veggies, egg, and housemade sriracha…
…and my better half had the same thing, only with Hot Box sauce on the side.
And that’s all, folks!0