Well crumbs

 I already missed a day. Haha….  That’s what comes from trying to post on multiple different devices. 

Oh well. Yesterday wasn’t productive day. I mean, I did the things that needed done, but nothing more nor less. 

The end of September I began a sourdough starter and have been making crackers from the discard. I think I have been eating too many of them and have been overloading my histamine bucket. I can tell because I get tinnitus, which I have had a mild case of the past two days, plus last night when I went to bed I could feel my pulse racing a bit and even after a long day I felt really wired. 

So for today I started off with ginger tea, coffee has high histamine levels, and am going to avoid the sourdough crackers. I do feel a bit better. At least my ears aren’t buzzing this morning. 

Tomorrow I am subbing at the high school in the English/drama class. Ellen works with this teacher at a local float company, so hopefully it will go well. 

And that’s all for now from the House of Howard. 

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