Hungry Hippo

Hello, June of 2006. I've been anxiously waiting for your arrival, because let's be honest, as much as I love Spring and how it's all full of possibility and the official start of my hormonal thaw, Summer is pretty much where it's at. I hate to say it, and I really don't think Spring should know about this, but I'll admit that I claim to love Spring more than I actually do because I really dislike Winter, and any excuse to shake those Winter Blues messes with my head and toys with my emotions. So here I am, finally face-to-face with hazy heat and lazy afternoons, where all the Springtime anticipation has come to fruition and I feel like I've reached a point at which I can start over. I welcome any fresh start, because I always look forward to a revitalization of things--be it my work, my housekeeping habits, or my food. And I've been away from the food for awhile, because initially, I thought I was suffering from a sort of allergy. In actuality, I had some nasty infection that hit me like a sledgehammer, and knocked me flat, in terms of my energy levels. But now I'm better and I'm back, cause, as you know, it's all cyclical, like the seasons.