Herself: Talked with Bee. Ate, puttered, got a little bit done. I think I gained a pound and I am eating the same things Himself is. Grrrrr. Yes, I am reading you but not leaving notes. Oh guilt.
WW foods for the day:Today was Breakfast and lunch as usual. A banana half way through the afternoon, and steamed veggies tossed with couscous and a baked potatoe with no-fat-no-nada ranch dressing on top. Half avocado with real dressing as a salad was a shock. Made yearly doc appointment.
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I found a bag of stuffed fabric birds at an estate sale, and I sewed them into one long string. I hauled a stool into the orange bathroom, and I attached the birds to a pushpin. It was a very satisfactory small act.
Talking with Bee at 0600 was a bit of a jar, but I woke to the occasion. You would have laughed. I did. After being terribly healthy at the gym, I came home to clean off my half of the desk and start on a new poem. The piece seems very kitchy. Lacking in depth when I wanted soulful.
I have piles of books scattered hither and yon yet retreat to read mysteries over my banana and Diet Coke. If I am going to shrink to such a tiny sample, perhaps I need to dither over at Facebook.
Neilson asks what we watch, and I admitted to being shallow and limited. The Harris Poll asks only of small stuff today, and the Zoom Poll asks of even smaller things. How did I get to this stage of questions and answers and long lines of things I never do instead of stuffed birds and dithering poems which are vastly more important.