Silence (aka Excuses)

I have been

(a) sick, still.
(b) working.
(c) traveling to WI.
(d) packing in order to continue traveling -- by car -- from WI to NY.
(e) reading.
(f) watching Trading Spaces obsessively.
(g) opening Christmas presents early.
(h) camera-shy.
(i) lazy.

I'm going to address several of these points in separate entries over the next week or so, but for now I will leave you with a story.

I work part-time at an organic bakery/coffee bar. Two shifts per week, on the weekends. While I work, I get to eat lots of samples and rejects: undersized biscuits, broken cookies, new and seasonal items. I worked my last shift before heading home last Saturday. I hopped on a plane on Monday. A few days later, in the middle of watching a movie with my parents (who are eating more healthily than they ever have), I wandered into the kitchen and started opening cupboards, pacing. My parents paused the movie. I yelled, "Why are there no cookies in this house? I need a COOKIE!"

My mom brought home a pack of donut holes the next day. She said, "You sounded like you needed them. Honestly, you were a little scary."

So I didn't realize it until I no longer had access to sweets, but I may have a little sugar-fix problem, thanks to Weaver Street Bakery. My name is Christy, and I am a rabid cookie eater. (Hi, Christy.)