Thank you all for your food suggestions and well-wishing. If you can believe it, I’m just starting to feel healthy again. It’s left my life looking like an incredibly messy kitchen where every pot and is in the sink, some with food still stuck to the bottom, and when you walk the floor sticks in an old-movie-theater way. A moth flutters near the pantry, and there’s a lingering fear that there are a few thousand others hiding in a long-forgotten package of pastry flour.

Today’s post is about getting back on the horse when you fall off. I fall of metaphorical horses all the time, but thankfully never a real horse. Being sick is one of the worst ways for me to fall off, because it doesn’t involve a failing of will but more of a confluence of bad luck, and it means that despite best efforts I fall off of many, many horses at once. This is why I’m glad they are metaphorical horses because I’d be hard pressed to do that and not break the laws of time and space.

Lots has fallen by the wayside. Cooking, for the most part, because I haven’t been all that hungry. Eating, for the same reason. And then there’s the pesky details of my job and the rest of my life. So I’m one dusty mofo, looking at the indefinite number of metaphorical of horses I just fell off of. It’s daunting at times to even think about getting back on, because there are so many.

But dernit, I’ve got to do it. I’ll take things as they come. When a horse appears, grab it by the reins in a cruelty-free and compassionate way and get back on.

And then ride like the wind.