I go through cycles of being nearly-obsessed with something, forgetting about it for a while, then coming back to it. Which is normal, I think?
Right now it’s diet caffeine-free ginger ale. Not in a hippie-vegan-anti-processed-foods sort of way. But in a how-bad-can-it-hurt-me sort of way.
The diet part is because I know pop is bad, and I’m trying get my daily dose of sugar elsewhere. The caffeine-free part is because Ryan really isn’t supposed to have a lot of it. So I figured I’d join in. We already switched to half-caff coffee.
I’ve never been one to drink ginger ale outside of being sick, so it’s kind of a novelty.
Plus it was on sale at Marc’s, so I stocked up. Think I’m set for a while.
Ginger ale always seems to fizz more than any other pop. It gives me little specs on my glasses if I try to drink it in the first 5 minutes of pouring.
Speaking of cycles, I’ve been thinking a lot about the cyclic nature of life. More specifically, of the man-made cycles that we follow regarding holidays and shopping seasons.
This isn’t really a new revelation so I won’t dwell on it, but it’s interesting how we’re so dependent on the annual occurrence of certain events. To give us something to look forward to. A routine to keep us all in check.
How crazy would it be if everything happened only once? I think we’d make up a lot more holidays and events to help fill the void.
Happy Salami Day!
Wait, apparently that’s already a holiday — September 7.
Well, I’ll be damned.