I've come down with...

a new illness, called "The California". It's made me do strange things. I buy organic food. I want to be outside more. I *gulp* am going to start yoga tomorrow!
It's horrible I know. I think I have a really severe case of it too. Fortunately, Adam seems to be unaffected by "The California". He still is interested in eating nothing but meat, with beer to wash it down. He's not at all interested in yoga, and he has no desire to consume veggies, especially organic ones. So we're happy that he has managed live another day sans "The California".
I am not sure exactly what treatment I should look into. I think that I might be too far gone. I am sure that I am afflicted with the worst type of "The California", I think I have the "Silicon Valley Housewife" strain. You can identify these sufferers by their incessant need to take classes and try to occupy themselves outside of the house because they are not used to not working. I have these symptoms: I am taking ceramic classes 2 times a week. I am going to start taking rock climbing classes, I see my trainer 3-4 times a week, and now the yoga. I also wouldn't mind some racquet ball, squash or tennis lessons either.
Hopefully "The California" isn't fatal; it just is bizarre, so please bear with me. I have read that some of my more painful effects can be staved off with frequent visits from some of the hometowners; they can help the sufferer remember what it was like before "The California".
So please, come and visit me, come often. We have a lovely spare room and I am sure that one of the pets would be more than happy to cuddle with you.....