I say no, it isn't perfect

I'm going to put up a big purge post soon, with a listing of things I want OUT OF MY HOUSE. It'll probably go up on Saturday morning.

Yesterday's student recruitment visit went off pretty well. There were a couple minor hiccups, but nothing horrible. Perhaps alas, the timing and scheduling of this year's event didn't allow for an evening reception, which mckitterick and I usually host. As a result, I don't have a good feel for this group of students, and which ones may or may not take us up on our admissions offer. Usually at least one or two of the students mention their (informal) decision before they leave, but I have no idea if anyone did that this year.

I've got two and a half weeks left of the AIP and I'm feeling conflicted about what to do. I only started noticing big improvement in the past two weeks. I'm nervous about reincorporating foods so soon after seeing positive changes. Should I extend the experiment another couple months to give my body more time to heal, or is that just fear talking? I look forward to sweet potatoes and spices again, but I'm seriously loving the diminished swelling of the past couple weeks. I don't know, I don't know.

I have this song in my head.