I’m still tired. I can’t help it. I’m not getting enough rest, and I realize it — I just have too much to do! There is work to be done and there are dishes to be washed and there are odds and ends to be packed. All of which will get done eventually, of course — in between the two current jobs and the neverending job search and the dog walking and the dinner-making and the packing. It will get done.
One thing that’s been falling by the wayside while I run around like a chicken with my head cut off is food. I haven’t been cooking nearly as much, and I can feel it. I’ve been on the prowl for quick and healthy snacks (maybe more to come on that later this week), and what I’ve found is fig bars. It sounds crazy, I know, but you’d be surprised how filling two of those bad boys can be. My favorite is this kind. I know there are healthier versions, but I just can’t dig them. I tried the “whole wheat fig bars” that are in the bulk section at Whole Foods at my mom’s suggestion. They were very, er, healthy. Mom loves them, but they were too chunky for me. The texture freaked me out, and you know how I am about that. I found another brand at Martins in Richmond that’s also whole wheat, but they’re the same way. Chunks galore. I guess Pa Newman is going to have to keep doing it for me until I can grow a pair and eat chunky dried fruit as a snack.
Either way, I need to cook more again. The fig bars rock my world, but I don’t think I can live off of them. I’m slacking, and I know it. I’ll redeem myself with a great dinner whenever I have time to go to the grocery store again. Maybe I’ll make time tonight. :)
Cheers, lovelies. Enjoy the sunshine.