"I love you, Brosef Goebbels!"

I apologize for the delay in posting. However, I'm happy to report that the delay wasn't due to a string of bad days-- rather, I was just a busy bunny!

• My BFF, Thea, was in town from SanFran for a recovery visit. And, per my prediction, we did a lot of eating. (Note: for those of you that hate Brussels sprouts, I strongly urge you to revisit them. Get some fresh ones, not the frozen kind, and roast them with some olive oil and a little S&P. Holymotherofcruciferousvegetables-- delicious. And anti-inflammatory! They are particularly delicious served alongside "Killya Potatoes" and ribs prepared with Coke. Those two aren't quite so anti-inflammatory, but whatever, man...for that level of deliciousness, who cares?) We also took a leisurely trek around Cranbrook, saw a funny movie, and just hung out. We did a lot of laughing, too. I've noticed that when something strikes me as funny lately, I laugh harder and longer than I used to, even if I don't mean to-- it's as though I had laughter being stored for a less stressful/scary time, and now the dam is breaking slowly, and the laughs and giggles are at the ready. (For example: I was speaking to my friend, Laura, recently and we were joking about the classic Midwestern affinity for casseroles, and she made some comment about corn-flake topping, and I just about soiled myself from laughing so hard. Laura is very clever and funny, but this was absolutely not her best material-- yet for some reason, I couldn't stop laughing. I actually had to hold the phone away from my ear for a second so I could properly guffaw without being a rude telephone companion. Weird. I'm generally not such a sucker for casserole humor.)
• My friend, Andy, was also in town this weekend at the last minute, and I just got back from spending a few hours with him, and a few other common friends. Again, there was a lot of laughter. I consider myself lucky to count Andy as a friend-- not only is he fantastic in that capacity (for real), but he also cracks my shit UP. We met up at an old haunt, and it was cool to sit back and consider how much everyone at the table had changed in the past handful of years...and also how much had stayed exactly the same.
  
• Two small pieces of recovery news to report: 1) I took only one, yes, ONE Vicodin yesterday, and no other major meds. And, I was fine. Sore, stiff, but nothing that some ibuprofen couldn't handle. Milestone. 2) I SNEEZED today! I hadn't sneezed since sometime in January due to the pressure on my whatever-- pharynx, larynx? It felt so f-ing good.
  

I think that's basically the run of it. Oh, also: Lifecoach Katie Whorf has recently informed me that sleeping for ten hours a night is as damaging to your health as getting no sleep at all-- at least in terms of the release of cortisol into the bloodstream. So, now I have one more way that I can very easily disappoint her...hahahahah. It's a good fact to know, though. For those of you that don't know, cortisol is generally not your friend. It causes all manner of bullshit. To that end, I am instructed to get a solid and regular 8-9 hours a night. Easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy.

Well, good night! Keep sending that sweet Team Dana energy out for Sasha-- I guess she made it through her surgery, but is still recovering. As soon as I get an update, I'll post it.