It’s hard to believe that more than a year’s passed since Purple Day 2013, when I (over)enthusiastically decorated our apartment in everything purple and stretched the limits of what foods and beverages can be rendered an unnatural shade of chemical violet.
I didn’t have the energy to do that this time around. Instead, we marked the occasion in a quiet way with a few friends, some epically amazing husband-made Jell-O Jigglers (see below), and beer.
I’m glad that we made an effort to make something happen. I’ve been struggling with health stuff, and the idea of social interactions involving more than a few people has been overwhelming. “Optimistic” isn’t an adjective I’d use to describe my current attitude, so it was nice to forget about things for a bit, to sit around and consume vast amounts of food dye. And I’m still laughing about that Jell-O.
De Morbo Sacro: Life and/with Epilepsy 