I’m feeling a little bit out of sorts. There are a lot of possible reasons for this. A lot of things are in a state of uncertainty — not the way I like to start a break.

It’s snowing, something I honestly don’t like, however much I tell myself that it’s pretty and nice. My husband is out of town and most of the kids are gone; my youngest son is still here, but we’ve had a houseful of people for a while, so the two of us seem less festive.

I’m also starting a diet tomorrow. It cuts out “the evil six” foods entirely for 21 days:

  • gluten
  • dairy
  • sugar
  • alcohol
  • soy
  • artifical sweeteners

No bread, no yogurt, no wine, no cake, no pizza, no pasta, no enchiladas, no pancakes, no chocolate, no cheese, no quiche, no pie, no oatmeal, no sandwiches, no soy sauce, no teriyaki, no stir fry, no barbecue — I think, in fact, that we’re talking about grilled meats, fruits and vegetables, and the occasional nut. All nice things, but I think the prospect of three weeks of that adds to my being out of sorts.

Tonight, however, we’re having pizza, the rest of the Christmas cookies, and a Bones marathon. I’ll be fine.