403: forbidden

The Festival of Matzos was good, if tiring. The annual reminder of how grains make my life work better is viscerally real and solid once more. I'm currently washing & packing away the Passover kitchenware so that I can go back to my normal cooking habits. (In other words, There Will Be Bread.) Pesach is clearly a skill that I haven't mastered yet.

Notes to Self, for next year:
* Find someplace to stash matzah & peanut butter on campus. You can really do without the extra two pounds of weight.
* Your body doesn't seem to recognize cracker-style matzah as a starch. Stop expecting it to behave as though it did. Maybe stash honey with your peanut butter.
* Can you get KP nutella or equivalent, anywhere?
* Freeze some pizza dough in advance, so that you don't have to wait as long for chametz, at the end.

Tazo wild sweet orange herbal infusion is delicious beyond words. I should get some when I get home.

You and I both know that we need to get up at 08:00 in order to have half a chance at making it to class on time. So why, after complaining all day about being exhausted, do you suddenly return to wakefulness less than two hours before we need to go to sleep? Are you trying to create a repeat of today and yesterday?

On second thought, don't answer that. I don't want to know.

No love,
- Me