Consistency or the Lack Thereof

I think at some point everyone comes to the realization that their current operating procedures are not working and that it's time to make changes.

I'm there.

I realize I'm getting older; that some people would consider me old already. But really, at forty-five I shouldn't be as miserable as I've been for the last six months or so. My body and mind are demanding consistency and this is something I've never done before.

It's go time.

I don't want to feel more miserable physically and emotionally than I already have. I'd like to get better and I certainly don't want to get worse. I'm setting up a routine and while I won't be inflexible, I'll be more consistent than I have been.

I'll let you know how it goes.

Mmm. Yum.

I have been eating crow for song long that I'm experimenting with different recipes. I've also discovered that the quills from the flight and tail feathers make excellent toothpicks.

You would think that I'd learn to keep my mouth shut. I mean, yeah, I almost like the self-flagellating taste of it now, but it's tough and cooking it too long just makes it worse. You're better off stir-frying it and consuming it right away.

Lately, I've been eating it with veggies over rice. I've even been saving the carcasses and feet to make stock from. Nothing like the memory of a previous crow to make you feel better about the one you're currently consuming.

Maybe I need to make a giant batch of soup from the stock and have a little every day as an appetizer. I wonder if the constant reminder would work so eventually I'd stop having to eat crow and I'd actually run out. As it is, I have so much stock put up, I could be sipping it for the next five years.