Dear Candace,
It’s not far from midnight, but I’m settling in to write to you as quite an old lady. Here I am, tucked in bed, my glasses on the end of my nose, fluffy pillows at helpful angles. I left a dinner party early, while a couple of the girls were still finishing dessert. I just knew my energy levels were dropping, and with a 30 minute drive home I didn’t want to push myself. Since this is a reunion weekend with old friends, I get to see them all again!
Recently discovering that I’m quite deficient in vitamin D has given me justification for nearly everything.
“I can’t possibly do that; my vitamin D levels aren’t high enough.”
“I have to tuck myself into bed early with a hot cup of tea because my vitamin D levels said so.”
“I hope you understand I don’t have enough vitamin D to argue with you about this.”
I begin my special mega doses of vitamin D this week, just as the doctor ordered. I’m so looking forward to regaining some energy and not feeling like I must leave the party first when usually, I’d rather be one of the last. Yet here I am, tired and draggy and cyclically reading poetry like a vitamin D deficient person.
I can’t remember everything I was going to tell you because my low vitamin D took away my memory.
Oh! I’m nearly finished with taxes and that is a huge relief! It’s not my favorite thing to do. I have at least 580 things I’d rather not do ahead of taxes. It’s one of the worst, but it’s survivable.
Tomorrow is April Fool’s Day, and I won’t be playing any tricks or be taken by any (but if perchance I am it’s not my fault, it’s the vitamin D). My truth tomorrow and all of April is a happiness that spring is here to stay and the seasons fulfill their purpose…the earth is turning all greens again!
A bushel and a peck,
Rachel
