auspicious coincidence

I found my heart wandering a bit a few minutes ago, not exactly dissatisfied with what I have but wishing that I had something that was just easier, sort of like a relationship on a silver platter. 

I haven't moved my things into the new apartment.  It's an apartment filled with nothing but prayer flags and meditation cushions and I'm interested in populating it with a portion of my belongings before I have to start sleeping over there at the beginning of January.  I keep going back and forth about whether or not I should just take them all so that if things don't work out with this new arrangement the separation is complete.  Do I err on the side of caution or on the side of optimism?  My dad voted for optimism so that's what I'll do since his advice tends to be more sound than the ideas I come up with my own.  That's really the more spacious approach, anyway, and allowing myself to be more spacious is on my list of goals to work on presently and on into the future.

I've brought home a stomah ache from the Children's Day celebration.  I didn't eat that many sweets, but I think that this cranberry macaroon dipped in icing must have done it to me.  I think that I need to eat something salty to counter it out.

I feel gloomy and perhaps in need of a nap.  Everything seems to be such an effort sometimes.  What do I do?  Force Norbu out to the playground?  Lie in bed and watch movies as well as watch my stomach grow from inactivity and some junk food over the last few days?  Work on my brainstorming efforts of how to increase my income by another $3,500 a month?  I never nap.  Perhaps that's the answer.  Or maybe read Norbu a story?  Sigh.  So many choices.  I hope that they are all the right one.