Man, I gotta have breakfast or I can't function. Meals become less crucial later in the day. I could probably have way less for dinner, but that's when I have time to cook and I like making an actual meal.

I'm thinking about cutting out my pre-work coffee, since I always fix myself a cup as soon as I get into the office. Having my travel mug to hand and ready for sippage seems to be an important component to sitting at a desk. I've noticed that at home a cup of tea or coffee is usually gone in 10-15 minutes, but at work I can sip on a cup for a couple of hours, I'm not sure what that's about. Anyway, cutting out the home coffee would also cut way down on my cream consumption since I drink my hot beverages unadulterated at work, which would probably be good for me nutritionally but would make getting the cream consumed before it goes off more of a challenge than it already is.

I really can't eat first thing. I can do coffee and juice, but putting actual food in my stomach makes it churn unhappily.

It's funny -- I can't have a big dinner or I can't sleep.

Why won't my dryer buzz at the end of the cycle? It does this sometimes, at random. Annoying.

Breakfast at 8 (at my desk), lunch between 1 and 2 (at my desk), snack while the kids are eating dinner at 6:30, actual dinner around 9pm.

I'd save money and calories by eating breakfast at home, but I have enough trouble waking up at 7 to roll out of bed and be on the train by 7:15. No way I could wake up early enough to feed myself.

Dylan out of nowhere tonight asked if I was pregnant because he thinks I should have another baby so he can have a brother and a sister. I said it didn't work like that and also, no. Which made him really really upset. I think what's really upsetting him is his dad being out of town, but I'm not sure what the steps were from "I miss my dad" to "Mom should get me a baby brother."

So, change of plans with my parents. My mom's not feeling well, so my dad decided they will leave early tomorrow morning, rather than Monday morning. (That way they can get home and get my mom in to see her doctor.) Hope they figure out what's wrong and my mom feels better.

Mystery tonight solved- I must've bumped the dial to off. Can't even blame Brian (he was always turning it off) since he's not used it in months. But truly, sometimes it doesn't go off!

I really can't eat first thing. I can do coffee and juice, but putting actual food in my stomach makes it churn unhappily.

My body just ignores anything I eat for the first hour or so I am awake. so if I eat I just need to eat again, which means breakfast is usually at 8:30 or so.

My plan is to have meds after I've driven in to work, so that's with brekkie, and that's between 8:30 and 9:00. All that I consume before then is (citrus) water. Lunch is randomly between 12 and 3, and dinner is before 7:30 or so, if I do have it. Often it's just a muffin or bread and butter.

That's MWF anyway. The rest of the days I have no pattern, but there has to be tea by about 8:30am. I

I eat randomly when I am hungry mostly.

I invited Mom over for a sort of spur of the moment early dinner and she ended up hanging out through the evening watching an entire (500 miles! In Texas!) Nascar race with me.

But we ate the steak I bought and was too big for me, finished off the marinated tomatoes and also the salad I needed to use up. And she brought over a nearly half full quart of milk that she won't finish. I just finished my quart this morning having coffee so now tomorrow is coffee instead of tea again.

She's useful for making sure I actually keep my place presentable levels of clean (which was a motivating factor in my invitation tonight) and using up food that I can't (or don't want to) consume alone. To be fair, she does the same.

As Maria told me last night, she's probably going to hang on out of sheer bitchiness.

Well, so long as she's not in discomfort, she can stay stubborn. I know it's hard watching her decline and knowing that the end is eventually coming but you're such a wonderful pet owner. Even with Pumpkin being a serial murderer by drowning.