I woke up, filled with dread. This day had loomed in my mind like a dark cloud on a distant horizon.
I rolled out of bed and left my apartment, still wearing the clothes in which I slept. Turning the corner, I walked into Swallow Cafe and evaluated the pastry selection.
Where were the weird gluten-free pastries I had seen just last week — and turned up my nose at? Not at Swallow, apparently.
Starbucks pastries via EatAtState.com
My body is letting me down recently. Maybe I have let my body down. Either is possible, I guess.
While much of the last six months or so has been pure NYC-infused joy for me, I have also been dealing with some health concerns.
A week ago, I started getting symptoms that I had previously ascribed to allergies, both seasonal and to a new medication (Celebrex): Continue reading