Herself: Swam. Failed domestics 101 and wrote instead.
Balance: Didn’t do well at balance, but did well at writing. I’ll try for a better balance in life today.
I spent my day, after I recovered from the chill of the pool, with my nose in my computer. I had been wanting to prepare some small entries for the days I cannot do two finger typing after surgery. Yesterday I got stuck in Prora. Really stuck. It’s the largest remaining artifact left from the Third Reich. Imagine a hotel that will hold 20,000 guests.
What I wrote to in the end is a nice soulless article on Prora. No life to it. No humor, no nada, just bowls of facts in tidy order. Very boring.
What I want to know is why Hitler wanted a vacation hotel that would house 20,000 workers at once. Knowing that sort of fact would put a little spice in my tale or a little heat in the kimchi.
Instead of spending my today marshalling facts, I need to marshal recipes. Something for the slow cooker. Something for the tastebuds too. Three meals a day through next Monday, then after confessing to the weight gain, lots of no fat, no salt, and small portions to rule the day.
Can I even remember my Weight Watchers password?