I can feel it coming in the air tonight.

Food choices have been my ad nauseam personal development topic of the year, I think, so I was pleased to read Dom's post today about the changes brewing in his diet--pleased because for once someone else is sounding off about it, and pleased because it's all positive stuff about laying off the sugar-crack and giving up the meats. I was gunta spare you another post about my new experiment, too, but he gave me a little charge, so I don't mind telling you that I've gone weekday vegan. The mac and cheese was a nice little sendoff, though I didn't plan it that way. I just got up Monday morning and thought "aight, I'm going to try something else now."

I don't have a lot to report about the experiment so far, except that it hasn't been difficult and I feel good.

It's weird: I feel like I've been working through some resistance about various things over the past few months, without really knowing that that's what I've been doing. Take, for example, the biking: in the past, I always threw out a lot of reasons why it wasn't a viable choice for me, and while a lot of those reasons still stand (like, riding to a rehearsal is a bad idea, especially if the weather is crappy, because your voice will be thrashed when you get there, from the panting if not from the cold air rushing past your vocal folds), most of the reasons have evaporated in the face of how slick a mode of transport biking is, and how good it feels to do it.

Again I should reiterate that this is THE PERFECT time of year to start biking for any reason, and I'm kind of hoping that by the time the weather goes to shit, biking will be habitual enough that I will change my other habits to suit it. I will for example allow more time to get places (so far so good), and wear the right kind of clothes for the job, and shower at work if I need to, or buzz my hair off, or whatever.

Anyway, there's also been some food resistance going on, which I haven't totally thought through--I've just sort of noticed it here and there. It's possible I'm coming out on the other side of it now. But I have this feeling I'm going to go off coffee eventually. I don't know when. It just seems likely, based on everything else that's been going on.

I don't know what will be next, but I welcome it because it all pretty much falls under the grand question of "how will you live so as not to make a mockery of your values?"

PS: If you google "placatan" I'm in the top ten results. What.

Some recent events.

Ace got a sweet new handmade cat bed from Like Kittysville. He inspected:


And then accepted.

(Also, we pulled up the carpet.)

Henry turned 6 and we ate cheesecake.


The Brit and I gave him a Marshall amp.


Henry rocked out in the best way possible.


Emily got pie in the face.

(So did Henry and Jude. They all volunteered. Then they went after people who did NOT volunteer.)

Willa took a break from teething and mugged for the camera.


Dom came home.

At least HE looks good. But he probably deserves it more than I do.

The picture in question.

Reeling.

One of my best friends has been diagnosed with aggressive non-Hodgkin's lymphoma. While it's not exactly a first for one of my good friends to also be a cancer patient, this is the first time it's been one of my contemporaries, someone whose presence defined my 20s, someone with whom I have spent ridiculous countless hours chilling, partying, performing, and car-dancing. Spare a good thought for my homeboy Dom. We have more car-dancing to do.