This morning I had oatmeal for breakfast (with skim milk and fruit).  I felt awful afterward.  Tomorrow I’ll have egg for breakfast (as I’ve been doing) and save the oatmeal for lunch.  It’s not clear to me whether the problem was oatmeal in the mornning or oatmeal in the morning after an infusion.  I’ve been feeling a little sickish– nothing bad, just not good– all day until about half an hour ago, when it seems to have passed off, so perhaps it’s just the infusion.

The schedule for my family calls was off today because my brother, who usually calls early, had errands that called him out of the house at that time, so I spoke to my sister first.  These calls, like the daily calls from my parents, keep me connected and involved in projects with people I love.

For the rest of the day, I did a fair amount of reading and treated myself to a lavender soak.  I finished my book (which turns out to be the first half of a story, and ends on a cliffhanger).  Fortunately, the sequel is already available in paper, so I’ll get it when I’m back from Florida.

I have another gift book–  _The Shadow of Reichenbach Falls_– waiting in the wings, but I think I’ll go back to _Tinker, Tailor,…_ first, so as to have something new to read when I’m on the plane.

And that’s been my day.  I would like to do some more baking; if I have the energy tomorrow, perhaps I will.

And now I’m actually beginning to think I might enjoy having supper.  That’s the first meal I’ve been enthusiastic about today.  Happy Thanksgiving.