 I had a mild case of food poisoning earlier this week. It was not pleasant. The worst part is, I can't pinpoint what caused it. A lot of what I ate overlapped with my family and they were fine. The most likely culprit was a bag salad kit. But it could have also been my weekly lunch meal prep. To be safe, we tossed all the leftovers of these two items in our compost. (Which helped me feel a little less guilty about all the food waste.) But now my brain considers all food suspect. My appetite is slowly coming back but I'm mildly fearful of anything not bland. Will a new food set my stomach off? Were we wrong about the culprit? Is this normally delicious nibble hiding a tiny mean particle? I find myself second guessing every morsel I dare to eat. I know this is a temporary thing, but I don't like it. Maybe I should just stick to leftover holiday candy to be safe. 
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 Our kiddo's school system is closed BUT her aftercare program offered a (mostly) daylong field trip. I am so grateful that our school recognizes that we need this extra support.
Here's what else made me happy this week:
 Essential Labor: Mothering as Social Change
Angela Garbes I meant this to be a short read that I could put down when Onyx Storm comes out at the end of this month, but it’s really hitting me in the feels. Graber is building a case that we need to reframe caregiving AND be more supportive on the social change level. She's also mixing in a lot of family history. These memoir parts really drive home the personal impact of mothering.  I'm recovering from a suspected case of food poisoning. It's not how I planned on starting this week.
Here's what I was able to work on:
I'm not normally a violent or vindictive person. When I'm frustrated or angry, I tend to take out my heated emotions in a long venting session. (Usually on my husband. Sorry, hon!) But that's it. I get it all out in a verbal tirade and then try to move on. But, for people who don't shovel their sidewalks...*loud angry dinosaur screeching* Listen. I don't like winter. I'm already cold which starts the crankiness. Then, no matter how well fitting the boots, they're awkward to walk in. Next, I'm usually carrying a bag of stuff. Then, these days, I'm often carrying my daughter's backpack or other random items. When I am then forced to encounter an icy, slushy, slippery, unshoveled bit of walkway it adds insult to injury. I won't actually DO anything, but my brain starts plotting how it would take revenge. I've been known to toss glares at doors and windows hoping to stare the owners of these establishments down. I grumble, sometimes loudly, about the unneighborliness of their inaction. I contemplate dumping the sidewalk grossness all over their cars because there is a direct correlation of people who DON'T shovel their sidewalks but DO shovel their driveways so they can get their cars out. Yes, I do give dispensation for those who are not physically able to clear their sidewalks but our city also offers a FREE program to help this exact group of people. The last thing I want to be doing when I'm just trying to get on with my life is slip-sliding around or trudging through densely packed snow. And my daughter shouldn't have to risk breaking something when she's simply trying to get to school. Harrumph. As an extra note, if you're looking for ways to help those impacted by the wildfires in California, this is a good list. 
Right now, I'm sitting in a meeting with my camera off. Thank goodness my camera is off. It's a 90 minute meeting that should only be 30 minutes and one person is harping on their particular nitpicks that in no way matter to the point of this meeting and it's driving me batty. *deep breath followed by a headdesk*
Here's what did make me smile this week:
I read a lot of books with my kiddo. Kid Reads is a biweekly look at what we've enjoyed recently.
*Books shared here are affiliate links for Bookshop.org
 Today is my first day physically back in the office since December 18. Aside from the treacherous walk on unshoveled sidewalks to get here, it feels good. I miss the vibe of being in the library. WFH is great, but I like to be able to walk around and see people using our space.
Here's what I'm working on:
Winter is not my season. I don't like to be cold. I don't like how it's gray and dark. I don't like stashing tissues in every pocket to deal with the inevitable cold-induced runny nose. And I really, really don't like trudging along unshoveled sidewalks. But, I do love the anticipation of snow. Tonight, DC could get hit with its first real snow of the season. The local weather folks actually give a major snow storm a roughly 30% chance. Some of the local schools have already decided they'll be closed tomorrow. But, there's also a chance for a bust or that the snow ends in a horrible wintry mix that washes away all the beautiful flakes. The anticipation that anything could happen has me bouncing in excitement. I feel like a kid again. I keep peeking out the window wondering if the flakes have started. I want turn my PJs inside out and flush ice cubes down the toilet. I want to make a nest of blankets to read in, drinks lots of hot chocolate, and pull out my winter weather gear to get ready for sledding. (The adult in me is happy we hit the grocery store yesterday morning and don't have to move our car for a week.) There are still hours to go before we see what happens. I'll be enjoying this giddy buzz the entire time.
I'm stupidly happy that I'm managed to write "2025" every time I've had to write the year this week. It's a small thing, but it's a win nonetheless.
Here's what else made me happy:
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