still no word

The food at Ramadan is spectacular. 

This is Spicy Goat, Spicy Chicken, 

More Creamy Cucumber. 

And of course Rice and Rota. 

Rice Pudding with Cardamom. 

Just about 2 ounces. 

I didn’t bother taking my blood glucose. 

 I’m sure it would be high 

Because of the stress and cortisol. 

Midway through the day I already had 

like 8,000 steps. 

It was closer to 10K when I got home. 

That’s the 2nd highest since I broke my leg. 

Which was 3 years ago today. 

So pretty. I was very calm 

About Trekkie going missing.

Er ... Um... Being stolen. 

I was able to focus and work. 

Everyone else is freaking out. 

But I’m calm. 

Reenactment of me

Discovering my car was stolen. 

It’s gone. Don’t lose your shit! 

It’s already gone. 

Stay calm and formulate a plan. 

The little starter car they gave me

Is like “Bare Bones” 

But I’m not complaining-

It’s just a stripped-down rental

With no real redeeming features. 

Except it gets ya from 

Point A .... to Point B. 

Hyundai Sonata 101. 

Never did find the Cat Folder. 

The family gave me a pretty Hijab 

To make up for the ones that were stolen. 

I’ve decided to cancel my vacation 

Since the Bad Guys have my

Trip Itinerary. Which was in a bag in my car. 

I can’t imagine 

Trying to enjoy a vacation 

With this worry on my mind. 

It would cause more stress to be gone. 

I guess it just happens that way 

From time to time. 

Onward and .... 

The spin. The economy. The fuck of it all. 

And down a pound, actually. 

So there’s that.