Winter Draught



All summer I was slugging carrot juice halfed with almond milk. This month, I am all about eggnog lassi, just the store bought egg nog swished with dollops of the fattiest yogurt one can find. Must have it every night while I cozy about the fire. If you think back to all the foods you ate with such enthusiasm in past, perhaps a pork rice with stewed eggs or cinnamon dusted snickerdoodles, you may marvel how one's taste could change.



This morning I felt like a used tea bag, all slumped over. Year end blues, not uncommon. All this cold and shivering. I try to side with Wallace Shawn in my Dinner with Andre. Electric blanket is a marvelous thing to lift one's spirits.