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For months I have been dosing myself with home remedies for chronic inflammation. All of the cinnamon and honey I’ve stirred into yogurt, the fiery homemade ginger ale I’ve brewed up, and the turmeric that’s brightened pretty much every quinoa bowl I’ve concocted have had the desired effect.

I can no longer predict stormy weather any more than a couple of minutes prior to the first roll of thunder. For years my “feel it in my bones” prognostications have been compared mockingly to the scene in Mean Girls in which the boobs don’t predict so much as report. And right now tonight, in the thick of this stupendous thunderstorm I had zero foreknowledge of, the mockery is my reality.

Not a cruel fate at all. My “foodicine” crackpottery has been tested and proven, if only for the n of me. Which is all I set out to do.

That won’t stop me from talking up this approach at every glimpse of a conversational opening. Foodicine could change the world! I mean, it already has. And does.

Today was the pre-first day of school and perhaps as a result of my weekend diet of everything I made for the ‘phew that he didn’t eat, I was not quite up to it. The second half of peanut butter jam sandwiches and the non-crust portion of pizza slices are practical, non-wasteful choices. Also delicious. But scavenging can only sustain me for so long.

The drive east this morning to meet the sunrise – like driving west into the sunset, something I try to avoid, not an option this time – bore a strong resemblance to long-ago fogbound commutes. If not for the sticky heat and the inimitable signs of the Dells rising out of the cloud cover, I might have lost all my bearings.

As it was I think I left a few behind. These past few weeks have been paved with so many good intentions that it might be prudent to start pondering where this path leads before I get too much further on.