Today, I sort of hit a wall. I had been doing well, wanting to work hard and getting along with everyone. However, today was different. The morning at least. I was feeling rather exhausted, the effects of not eating a good breakfast, I'm sure. I was thinking about how I wanted to leave and that a month seemed to be such a long time. I was on edge, frustrated, I wanted to go bike, but I had to discipline myself with weeding and fertilizing. As the day went on, my nerves were calmed down by a fellow intern named Liberty. Her boisterous laugh and high energy sort of freed me from my negativity and anxiousness. She has been here since October and as I voiced my want to leave, she explained how there were things that were positive in being here for a longer period of time. One that I found resonance with was when she told me how seeing the plants grow up and produce gave here a satisfaction and gratefulness for her work. I felt a keen sense of truth in those words. That the suspended time and energy she focused into this job did manifest itself and perhaps that was my shortcoming, was a month would not give me the chance to see much of the work I did come to complete fruition. Regardless, her company seemed to soothe my mind and make me forget the seconds, minutes, hours that passed and just stay centered and productive.
     This week will be much more demanding than last week. The number of workers we have went down from  9 to 4 with the others having left or taking off a substantial part of the week. I know I just need to take every munute at a time, slowing down to appreciate the great weather, good food, and time to think, read, write, and play banjo. I'll be just fine, I know.
     On the Diet section,
This morning I had two pieces of freshly baked bread covered in almond butter. I had some coffee.
For lunch I made a chick pea and freshly sauteed greens, seasame seeds, coconut butter, and cumin cuisine
For dinner, I really made a mistake. I was cooking some sort of fried rice, eggs, onions, brown rice, a spice packet, and I meant to put coconut milk in there like a lot of thai restaurants use, but I put some sort of cream of coconut junk without having read the label and it ended up containing 240 grams of sugar! Absolutely ruined. I was fortunate I was only cooking for one other person. Either way, it was a small tragedy, a lot of good food, pretty much wasted. I also tried a Japanese beer called Sancha, a pilsner, enjoyable.
     Goodnight,
             Tommy