There's a hawk in the Cypress Grove Park that's been popping back and forth for the last hour. Sometimes he's on the post be the bridge, sometimes he's on the ground, poking for bugs or lizards. Then he'll pop over to the post in front of me for a little bit, then hang in the tree for a while. He's a fascinating little guy. Clearly, I'm not the only one who thinks so because some millennials just came over and spooked him with their camera and imposing presence.
It was a slow start to a Monday, a slow start to the week. Productive, but chugga chugga... I don't feel like I did anything. Except maybe cook. Last night I used up the rest of the pureed pumpkin I had and made a ground Italian sausage vodka sauce with browned sage and gnocchi. It was really tasty and filled me up for literally the entire day. It's the only thing I ate, save for some strawberries, grapes, and cantaloupe (half of which I cup up last night and the other half I cut up tonight) during lunch, solely because I was craving sweets, and some cheese and crackers right before lyra class because I felt like I should put something more in my body. The pumpkin vodka dish was probably 1,000+ calories just on it's own, so I should probably watch it tomorrow, but it's got a really strong balance of 1/3 protein (Italian sausage), 1/3 fiber (pumpkin), and 1/3 carbs (gnocchi). That's probably why I'm still so full, and it's after midnight. After lyra class,