I love Willits but im bored shitless. I'm not driving until my eye heals completely. When it does I'll spend a week with my sister Janet's at Trinity Canyon Lodge and i'll make a quick run to Chico, California to have lunch with friends from the chat. After that, perhaps back to Oregon so spend more time with Amber.
The good news is that I can eat chocolate again...
So there I was, standing in the kitchen, staring at a plate of fudge brownies that were staring back at me. This was the first time I had been left alone in the presence of truly decadent looking chocolate in at least 5 years. As always, they were calling out to me but I was usually able to reject their demands to be eaten. Not this time. I had to try it. We needed each other.
Hearkening back to lessons learned in survival classes, I took a small piece of it and rubbed it into the bare skin on my wrist. Then, spending the next 3 hours looking as if someone took a shit on my arm, I kept careful watch for any hives to appear. None appeared. Next, I rubbed a piece on my lip and waited. Hours pass and no swelling. I ventured a nibble and time. Nothing happened other than my toes curling from sheer chocolate ecstasy.
With half of the day gone by, I finally ate a small brownie square. An hour later I took note that I was still alive and then went for broke. Like the Cookie Monster on a binge, I ate the entire plate of brownies. Jen made more and I ate that whole plate too.
I lived to tell this story!