We're busy these days with lots of home projects. No photos of the shiny kitchen sink or newly yellow baby's room, but you can sneak a peak at our gutted bathroom.
The past few days I have been craving ice - the slightly-crunchy, almost-melted slush you get from certain gas stations. I daydream about the taste of snow and the flavor of the ice I used to scrape from the top and sides of the freezer when I was a kid. Much as I am ready for winter to be over, I find myself secretly hoping for a blizzard today, so I can fill up a glass with snow. Last night I even dreamed about buying huge cups of ice at a store.
Sadly, we have no ice at home. None. Nada. Zip.
And yes, I know this can be a sign of pica or anemia. I'll mention it to the doc at tomorrow's appointment & I've already started trying to get more iron every day.
But oh, the siren song of ice calls me. I may have to brave the rain and trudge down to the student center.