There is no reason to be anxious about OLIVE OIL

Yesterday I carded a bit, learned about GNU parallel at work (which looks
like it’s going to help quite a lot with the data slog), and met
extensively with a student to see if this dataset will apply to their new
research direction. P went to the master gardeners’ kickoff meeting, and
successfully navigated some important boundary-setting scenarios. I
finished the hem on my sweater, and started the bind-off rows. It is at
least two sizes too big for me, but I’m absolutely not going to rip it out
and re-knit it. I might shorten the sleeves and see if I like it extra
cuddly, or I might just take the final measurements and put it up for
grabs. C’est la vie.

Food has been weird. I had foreboding feelings about repeating stir-fry, so
hedged somewhat back in the soup direction, but with different spices,
namely turmeric. It worked, but I am getting super nervous at the intensity
of my rejection reactions to foods that were working. I know my body forces
dietary changes eventually if I stick to the same thing for too long, but
normally two days doesn’t qualify as too long. The confidence that I’ll be
okay after eating something new — that most people have without even
thinking about it — is a privilege I miss dearly. I fake it when I have to,
but it’s exhausting.