Full moon in Gemini, my natal sign... I should have known... I should prepare far in advance for this somehow so that I don't give into temptation...
I want an outrageously huge bowl of pasta, followed by a few pickles, followed by something like pumpkin bread with cream cheese frosting. I'd like to open my pantry and eat an entire jar of chutney -- hot, sweet, sour, tangy.
I don't think about astrology very much these days, and I don't follow moon cycles as closely when I'm not planting and tending the garden. But today I feel like a huge yawning, ever-yearning pit of need.
D and I were resting on the bed, catching the East Coast feed of The Daily Show and The Colbert Report. He said I was snoring, but I was listening to most of it. When it was over, I wanted the pasta. I asked him if he'd make it for me, but he didn't take me seriously. I ate some wheat crackers and cottage cheese instead, but it didn't satisfy. I keep wanting to read Deborah Madison's new book What We Eat When We're Alone: Stories and 100 Recipes.
E may be sick. Today we tried to do everything healthy, and I gave her tea and miso soup. I rubbed her head, shoulders, ears, cheeks, and forehead. I read her folktales about the Winter Solstice from around the world. We bundled up for a good, hard walk in the sunshine and late-fall breeze. Yesterday when I was parent helper at her school, I had to clean up way too much green snot from the faces of three kids who went to school anyway. There is no green snot coming from E's nose, but she has a stray cough that could turn either way. I hope tomorrow brings calm health.