Today's post is a brief accountability update, because my partner and I are keeping a close eye on our senior cat, Salad, whose health has been rapidly declining the past few days. We took her to the vet Monday, and they gave her an antibiotic shot to help with a UTI, but it's difficult to determine at this moment in time if her lack of appetite is the consequence of the shot or because her body is starting to shut down. We're hoping for the former while steeling ourselves fo

My diet growing up was trash. I ate sugary cereals or pop-tarts for breakfast, which shifted to ramen when I entered high school; sandwiches on white bread for lunch; and a whole slew of fatty dinners from over-cooked steak to fried chicken to boiled hot dogs to frozen pizzas and more. Oh, but let's not forget dessert. We kept a shelf in our pantry dedicated to fudge rounds and cosmic brownies and oatmeal cream pies, and we had boxes of Mt. Dew cans sitting on the floor. Tech

The imitation sun rises daily at 6:30, accompanied by humming wind chimes meant to stir you from slumber. Yet your eyes fluttered open sixty minutes before, when the artificial dawn first lifted night's curtain. You sigh that quintessential sigh of someone waking into lethargy for the fifth, sixth, eighth consecutive day. Turn away from the sunrise with its looming orange glow instead of reaching over to press the button that would see your room darken again. Fifty-four min