Another bombing. I don't know what to say other than I'm sorry for all the lives irrevocably changed today. Should we come to expect this? Should we be comfortable with this? I don't think so, but sometimes I just feel so small in the scheme of things that the only rational thing to do is put one more foot in front of the other.
It's Tuesday and I post a blog today. Ok. I guess I'll do that. Neither posting or not posting will impact anyone in Brussels, but maybe a step towards normalcy says "FU ISIS, I am not going to live in terror" and calms my psyche a bit. Only a bit...inside I'm screaming "oh crap, let's get as far away from SFO and San Francisco as humanly possibly. How have they not bombed us yet?". But what good will that fear bring? None that I can think of. So here's a post. A post on vitamins, because as I took those photos this morning, I was blissfully unaware that yet another needle had been thrust into the happy balloon of my American existence.
So vitamins. In matching jars. That might be taking it a bit too far, but bear with me, at least they aren't alphabetized. Vitamins seem to come in the most unattractive bottles known to man, and I still seem to be low on nutrients no matter how hard I work to get them through real food. A workaround? Decanting them into matching glass jars. Win win...they look pretty and get an early reprieve from living in plastic.
There you go. Less plastic, more pretty, and a subtle FU to ISIS.