Hey, guys. Meet my mental health doctor…. It’s me. Hey. After this week, I prescribed myself the following:
-An extra day off. A long, icky week deserves a long, non-icky weekend.
-Lots of sleep… With a pillow under my waist for maximal spine-straightening comfort. Side- or stomach-sleepers, try it! Especially if your bed sucks.
-Half a bottle of wine, a new knitting project, and Wet Hot American Summer streaming on the Netflix. ”It’s my gurnal. I write my thoughts in it every day.”
-A bunch of 80s music, impulsively purchased on iTunes after consuming said wine. Plus, ABBA. I will never stop loving ABBA.
My boyfriend is my assistant mental health doctor. A resident, if you will. He prescribed (and provided) a Dutch apple pie from the incomparable Ikeda’s. It’s just the best ever.
And if I were up for cooking (and didn’t already have a pie), this is what I would have made for myself. Warm, creamy (really, really creamy) rice pudding, dotted with citrusy zest, specks of vanilla bean, and cool, bright blood orange segments.
