I coughed a lot last night. Deep chest coughs, sometimes productive, sometimes not. It sucked. I slept in until ten and we decided to skip yoga class. Brian got up before me and started breakfast.

I dreamed vividly. In one dream I was playing baseball for the Giants and somehow managed to hit a triple, only because the basemen both made errors at first and second. I then dreamed that I was a man dressed as a woman, even though I still felt like I was a woman… hard to describe. Anyway I was wearing these beautiful Fifties-style dresses, like in “Far From Heaven,” and so were all my friends. I wish I could remember how they looked and sketch them or something.

It’s a gorgeous sunny day, woo hoo! But I’m sick. We’re still gonna go outside and play though. I took some Tylenol cold and the Zicam.

We saw “The Triplets of Belleville” yesterday and enjoyed it verily. Beautiful traditional animation, and I especially loved the sound engineering. The foley art. I also enjoyed my small popcorn with nutritional yeast.

Last night I made a set of hiragana flash cards. Japanese has three alphabets. I can only hope to learn two of them well. In the evening, we lay on the sofa and watched Japanese tv shows on channel 8. I didn’t understand much. The women all say “ne” at the end of sentences.

I told Brian this morning that I am going to go one week without eating any sweets, treats, or sugared soda. On Valentine’s Day this will of course be rescinded. But lately I just feel like my reasons for eating treats have not been out of enjoyment, but rather out of habit. Addiction. I don’t really get much pleasure out of it, then feel crappy afterward. Guilty? I don’t know. A little bit physically ill.

Except for that chocolate brownie from Tartine, that thing was awesome and I managed to savor it over two days.

We’re going to Monterey next Saturday to visit the otters and the penguins! And other stuff which is still cloaked in surprise.