Tuesday's are my short days, and I had planned to go for a walk or head to the AGO and take in the Frida Kahlo/Diego Rivera exhibit and perhaps head to Kensington Market for a coffee at Moonbean.
Instead I went home, and curled up under my knitted afghan with a cup of tea and honey and a book to try and head off that scratchy feeling in the back of my throat so that it doesn't excalate into the bug that is working it's way through the school. Still a good way to spend a November afternoon.
I uncorked my attempt at ginger beer, made with a recipe I found in Cottage Life that uses 2L plastic pop bottles and simple ingredients I already had. It was meh. Interesting experiment, but I'm not sure if my Moscow Mule consumption warrants more effort and expense to collect better bottles and ingredients. The Fever Tree ginger beer is expensive yes, but it's not like I'm going through that much of it.
Day 2 of Back On the Wagon (BOW) – was in a calorie deficit until Keith came home and made me a grilled cheese to make me feel better. I knew it put me over, but there is no way I am going to refuse a surprise treat made with care, brought to me in bed by someone I love who wants me to feel better.