1.) I swear, sometimes it seems like I just can’t take me anywhere. Luckily, there are people in my life who do it anyway and aren’t bothered by casual after-work-conversation f-bombs (it’s a New Jersey thing) or tendency to knock over glasses.

Saturday night-at least my prosecco glass was almost empty when I knocked it over the calamari

2.) Sunday food-prep is one of my favorite good habits. 

3.) If weekends were longer, would we appreciate them as much? Just a thought. One of the hospitals I did my clinical rotations at had four-day, 40-hour workweeks for their dietitians instead of the usual five, and sometimes I wonder what that would be like.

4.) Bitchpleaseadrine is my new favorite word. It seems I’ve been upping my dosage a bit without realizing it lately. So it goes. As long as I don’t overdo it on the backthef***uphenol, I think it’ll all be okay. I wish I could take credit for these terms, but alas, I cannot.

5.) Signs—I may work in a clinical profession, but I have never not believed in the unexplainable. If nothing else, I respect the idea that there might be stuff going on that most of us don’t see. Anyway, for the past week or so, I’ve been finding feathers in my path.

At first I just laughed at the coincidence, but then it was in weird places like the subway platform, an Amtrak train, and then in a patient’s room. They were talking about having been resuscitated and being “glad to be back,” and then they asked if I was a spiritual person. I looked down and there was this tiny little feather at my feet. Interesting…Sounds silly, but I kind of got chills.

It continued over the weekend, with feathers appearing in other places—on clothes, an album cover someone showed me, and even as a tattoo on a girl ringing me up in a store Sunday. Well well well.  After a while, you just have to ask yourself why. I have my ideas, but in any case, what matters most about signs is what they mean to the person who sees them as signs, instead of some objective answer. So yeah.

6.) I’ve been enjoying my leftover banana bread straight from the freezer. Um…frozen banana bread is amazing, especially when mixed in with Greek yogurt and cocoa powder. RDs eat weird stuff–so what?

7.) For the past few weeks, my subconscious has slowly been going down the list of ex-boyfriends. I’ve been having detailed dreams where we talk about why it never would have worked and how much better life is now. Weird but kind of nice to get closure, even if it’s all in my head. That’s really all that matters, anyway. And hey, maybe if the feathers thing was in part to remind me of this song, then the pieces all kind of fit together:

What’s on your mind this Monday?