Recital And Reactions

I went out to the garden this morning and picked what I can only describe as a shit-ton of beans. I hadn't picked in three days and this is what happens. 

Please note that bag held a "party pack" of Hawaiian rolls. It's huge. I will be canning this next week. I didn't hate being out in the heat but if it had gone on much longer, I would have. My insane familiar showed up and found a place right where I was working with a bit of shade. 

She probably just hangs out with me outside so if she gets the urge to slash and bite, she'll have me conveniently right there. 

Sigh.

A very handsome anole was hanging out on the fence the beans grow on. He was practicing his push-ups and also puffing out his pretty little pink throat which is how I know it was a he. I really wanted to take his picture and I did try but he was shy and not having it. He was trying to attract a woman lizard, not me. 

This afternoon Mr. Moon and I went to a piano recital for August and Levon. Their teacher also has voice students so it's a mix of piano and voice performances. It's amazing how good some of the kids are, how very good their stage presence is. There were a few tiny girls singing who had very fine voices in my opinion and I was impressed. One older gal took the cake though. There's always one. The boys did well. Levon played two songs, August one. Levon has been taking lessons longer than August. That child cracks me up so much. He had done his own hair and it was sticking up in a profoundly stylish way and the way he stands and talks and walks just screams, "I am a man!" 
And yet, that small man sat on his mommy's lap the entire concert because he wanted to and Jessie was quite happy to let him. I should have taken pictures. I didn't. 

So I'll take a paragraph or so here to discuss how I'm feeling after my first very low dose of Zepbound.

I would mainly describe that as "not hungry."
Is it possible it's already doing its thing?

I feel fine in all regards but unless I'm just experiencing a happy placebo effect right now, it is. That whole thing about food noise? I guess that's what I'm experiencing. I swear to you that in the last months, I have thought about eating almost every moment of my day. And I felt hungry all the time, even though I knew I wasn't. I was always focused on what I would eat next. When I would allow myself to eat next. 
Today has been different. I have thought about food but when I do, eating doesn't seem to hold any appeal. This has never really happened unless I was sick or in the throes of deepest depression and anxiety. This appears to be a true and serious result of the Zepbound. I absolutely know that it may not be that at all but that my brain has decided to start this project on its own.

Or something. 

We'll see how tomorrow goes. 

Love...Ms. Moon