Anyone who knows me off Twitter/elsewhere knows I came back from 4 years as a nomad with my body destroyed, weighing around 350 pounds.

I’ve been holed up in a posh housesit for two weeks, not even going on walks, but I’ve done some Qi Gong & there are 4 levels of stairs here, which is a big switch from my 600sq foot apartment in the city (this is 5,000 sq feet).

So I just weighed in down another 2 pounds, & I’m within 10 pounds of having lost 100. (Im not dieting. I made lifestyle changes.)

6 years ago today, I was in a coastal town in Croatia call Rijeka, where my host family took me to a cemetery for All Soul’s Day, which is a big thing in Croatia, where it’s hugely catholic. I lit a candle for my mom.

Hey @CoSoTips is there a way to add photos so they display in the order you add them? The post here is out of order.

Four four years, I was a nomad. I travelled through 25 countries. There was a lot of alcohol.

I barely drink anymore. I’m at a housesit and in two weeks, I’ve had 4 glasses of wine and they were all with a friend. I used to drink a minimum of a bottle a wine a day when travelling.

It was a bad lifestyle for drinking. I much prefer my more sober life. But I miss the travel.

Here’s the Facebook post from years ago today. Gave me a big chuckle. The pic was with the original post too.

Well, popping popcorn in lard was a delicious thing I didn’t need to know existed. Great flavour.

I know duck fat is terrific for cooking popcorn too. But I have no interest in trying bacon fat, which I know some people love. In any case, the secret is to add a lot of salt to the pot for cooking it in too. Then it’s sufficiently flavoured after cooking and you don’t need butter.

Looking at the forecast for next week with temperature at a high of 4° for the week, when it was just a couple weeks ago that we were up near 30°.

Reminds me of travelling in places like Bulgaria, where they said they no longer had spring or fall — it seemed to go straight from summer to winter/vice versa.

It feels like the death of the shoulder season, another aspect of climate change. It’s daunting.

So apparently popcorn popped in lard is a thing I have to try now.

I played with my food and invented some soup. Last week, I made wicked-hot enchilada sauce, and took about 1/2 cup of that as the base for this soup’s broth. I simmered chicken and corn cobs, and added veggies I’d previously cooked in the chicken fat after searing my chicken legs — so corn, leeks, carrots, celery, garlic.

Pretty basic but delicious. I tried making masa dumplings but I don’t like ‘em. Next time, I’ll garnish with tortilla strips & avocado cubes. #CoSoCooks #CoSoRecipes

This cloud rolled over the hill and the temperature dropped so fast! Man. Some rain is coming later but gosh. Amazing how quickly the weather can shift by the ocean.

Just like that, pow, the temperature dropped a few degrees here. Some wispy clouds are rolling in and rain is in the offing, perhaps. But sometimes you can feel a hot spell end, and that's what just happened.

Yeah, I'm sorry, but I don't think talking about toots in the firehose is ever gonna sound natural to me. Ha.

There are some “community firehouse” attention whores — mostly political accounts with obvious biases — and you can save yourself a lot of eye-rolling by simply “muting” the accounts so their rhetoric doesn’t get too omnipresent.

This housesit is insane. All the chairs are close to the end of the deck but I have hatched a plan to relocate one by one of the doors — it’s getting too icy to walk across the deck in the morning and I’m stupid enough to enjoy the brisk morning air. If I move a chair, I may not die out here.

But lunch is safe! No ice. Also, no pants. Still shorts weather. If you’re a dumb Canadian who thinks 10° C is warm in November. 😄

I harvested all my cherry tomatoes a couple weeks ago. I’m still slowly eating them as they ripen. BEHOLD, today’s chosen few.

I was looking at “longkeeper” tomatoes but they’re mostly in the EU — they’re tomatoes that stay edible for months after harvest. I need to ask some European friends to ship me seeds soon. Grow me some fancy eyetalian tomatahs.

The secret to life in a rainforest is knowing that it's always the day before big rains that have the most pleasant climate. Or generally, anyhow. Turns out to be a beautiful day for a lunch on the deck.

Made some sourdough bread yesterday, so I'm toasting it up. Avocado toast is on my horizon -- on the deck.

Ironic, considering the world-class view I have but I'm a lowly housesitter contemplating squatter's rights.

Good morning.

Against all odds, guys, Rambo made it out alive. Again! Geez. Never saw that coming. Well, I can go to bed with peace of mind then. Phew.

This concludes Steffani’s Masterpiece Theatre.

Apparently “Rambo” is Italian for “collateral damage.”

In my mind, Rambo opens his eyes here and yells I AM GROOT!