I slept beautifully Saturday night - lots of interesting dreams and I slept last night too. And, it wasn't pitch black out when I was getting ready for work.

Meanwhile, rock on, Taiwanese fishermen!

For once, DST, didn't kill me. YAY freelancing! Although we are out of coffee, but I have tea, and need to make store run today anyway. Peach tea smells SO GOOD.

Darling, may I tag?

Mais oui!

Saturday night I slept like the dead. I also dreamed that I my friend from high school and I went to Africa to help another friend of ours, then somehow ended up doing all of his work. Then somehow I was arrested while attempting to dye my hair blond and I missed the whole top of my head. And then a baby wooly mammoth came out of a shoot in the woods while I was avoiding police. That baby mammoth was super cute- white and fuzzy, with eyelashes like snuffeluphagus.

Good luck, flea!

I am trying to convince myself to take advantage of how early night falls by building a fire outside in the late afternoon. When I try to sit outside by a fire on a summer evening, it's way too late before the fire is out and I can go to sleep.

I slept really hard last night.

Then I woke up and decided to get on the scale for the first time in about 7 weeks. OMG, do I have to get back on the diet/exercise train!! I haven't exercised since the end of August, and the food I've been eating lately has been really crappy (lots of graham crackers, trail mix, and the occasional small ice cream container). So, the last of the sweets is on the common food table for the department, my swim bag is in the car for after work, and I will be going to my support group meeting after my swim tonight!!

Since mid-August I've gained 20 pounds. Aggghhh!!!

My goal is to lose 25 pounds by the end of the year. That'll finally get me down 200 pounds all told since the surgery. And then, I'm going to lose 30-40 more pounds by the end of June, when I'm going to England/Scotland. But more important, I'm going to be fit by then! I want to be able to walk all around London without getting out of breath, and then crawl into those tombs on Orkney without hearing my knees creak.

Good for you for getting back on track, Kathy. That's hard, but you'll be happier for having achieved your health goals.

I feel like I might be getting sick, but not quite bad enough to go home. Blargh.

Go home! I've spent half the morning arguing with people who are sick and coughing and infecting the rest of us but who won't go home. I'm about to send another person home (at her request) as a defensive move because she picks up every illness that goes around.

This is a tumblr for billytea. Maybe he knows all that stuff already, and just wants to refresh his memory and revisit old times. Fucking moray eels fuck.

Hey, Gud, if you see this, can you offer a Beltonie's opinion on where this house is, school districts? My friends are seriously thinking about making an offer on this, and I'd love to have your insider townie viewpoint: [link]