Veronica is 6 today. We’re going to meet a bunch of girls from school and their moms at an indian lunch buffet in a few minutes. Veronica is disappointed that she doesn’t feel any different today than she did yesterday. I’m just tired.

Clark was up with a fever at 3:30 this morning, and up for good at 4:40. I’m not functioning very well. There’s a zillion things going on today at school and this evening.

I’m really liking the glove. I’m making this one bigger than Mary’s green ones. I have more yarn, and they’re cozier larger. I think the gusset is safe now, living through only one frog.

Have any of you read Life of Pi? I’ve read the last 1/3rd of it, after Nate described the book to me up to where he had read. I hate it, and yet, I kept reading. And I seriously thought I would be a vegetarian once I finished. I couldn’t stomach making hamburgers for my family for dinner days later. So right now, I’m a tentative carnivore, avoiding meat when possible.

Eww. That’s all I can say about it.

I don’t know why some people can read horrific things and not be seriously disturbed afterwards. Nate was unaffected. Hayden was unaffected. I’m emotionally and mentally unwell, maintaining my declaration that if I were stranded at sea in an open lifeboat, I would happily starve to death. I would certainly try to avoid being eaten by a Bengal tiger, but that’s where it ends.

On that happy note, enjoy your Thursday. I’m off to eat the vegetable entrees at an indian buffet. And it didn’t strike me ’til now how ironic it is that I’m eating indian vegetarian food after talking about Life of Pi. (You will not get the irony unless you’ve read it, too. And if you have read it, may I offer my deepest sympathies).