A weasel is wild. Who knows what he thinks.

As someone who has spent her life avoiding groups, it’s hilarious to me that these gatherings are now my favorite place to be.

I didn’t realize how many rules or habits that follow some kind of rule I had around food until I gave up caffeine. Holy cow.

I hadn’t realized just how much I used caffeine as a substitution for food until I went cold turkey 13 days ago and stopped drinking espresso, iced tea, matcha, and Diet Coke.

I’m on Day 10, and I’m shocked by how much energy I have. I had less energy when I drank caffeine.

Some part of me knew this was going to be really good.

There was a Coke machine by the front door of my dorm at Kenyon College.

These days, if I had to say what I needed most--after food, water, and air--it would be rest.

I want to tell you a story about two of the people who saved my sister-in-law’s life and who tried to save my brother Sam who died of a heart attack while snorkeling. My brain is changing with this story in it. It’s recalibrating. My brain keeps whispering to me: goodness, goodness, goodness.

Tomorrow, my Uncle Clint is turning 90. I don’t know how old my Uncle David, my Uncle John, and my Uncle Don are. Not 90. Clint, probably to your delight, you win.

Part of the experiment is to name your feelings: cheerful, pissy, scared, excited, guilty, amazed.

She is.