Have a good day, he said. I glanced up, wondering if I heard correctly. Not the words but the crack in his voice, like a Canadian goose. Probably just imagined it.

Can I help you take your bags to the car, he asked. There, his voice was cracking again.

It took everything I had not to start humming:
When it's time to change, you've got to rearrange,
Who you are and what you're gonna be.
Sha na na na na na na na na na.
Sha na na na na.

I've been back in the States for 3 days. I am drowning in sweetness. I never realized how much of a sugar holic I used to be. I never noticed how much high fructose corn syrup is in everything. After a European detox, I indulged a bit in some of my favorite treats here and all the sugar is making me jittery. Then I keep crashing when the sugar wears off. I think it's good I've given up so much of my sweet tooth in Europe. It feels a lot better.

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1 comment:

Carol said...

But... but... but -- what about dark GERMAN chocolate?!