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| We're gonna do WHAT this month? |
We'll see.
This weekend will be dedicated to two things: getting my diet back on track, and writing. Since I'll be at my son's house watching his four furry kids, one of those will be easier than the other. Which one remains to be seen.
Max will have the Spouse Thingy opening cans for him and I'll feed him before I leave--I'll give him a full can and he'll get more just a few hours later when Mike wakes up--so I doubt he'll really that I'm gone. He sleeps most of the time as it is, and if he gets up and doesn't find me in the house, he'll probably nibble on some dry food and then go back to bed.
Buddah won't care one bit.
On the upside for Lady and Butters...the original plan was for me to be out a lot, racking up the last training miles for the 3 Day, but since that's been shoved back a year, they won't be alone at all, really (I doubt Monkey and Arya care, as long as someone opens a can in the morning.)
What I didn't expect was that I'm actually feeling guilty about not needing to get some last-minute training in. I'm feeling guilty overall about not going to the 3 Day. And I imagine that in two weeks, I'm going to feel guilt along with disappointment, because I'm not there playing with my friends.
I will survive.
Tonight, being the last night before I start getting picky about my food again, I'm going to indulge in some hot chocolate and I'm going to read instead of work, and then wish I had indulged in my impulse to make brownies. Or cake. Or even muffins.
Good thing I don't have the stuff to make any of those...
...but I do have a forkton of Halloween candy left over. 36 full sized bars, 5 trick-or-treaters.
No.
No, I will not eat all of that.
Swearsies.
2 comments:
I put the Milky Way bars in the freezer to slow myself down....
Donate your excess candy to a food pantry. Ours takes it. Or some dentist buy it back and then send to military overseas.
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