I stepped on the scale tonight and groaned. Three months ago I would have looked at the same number and been ecstatic. Well, a little bit at a time . . . and adjusting to a YMCA schedule as opposed to early morning or late evening walking.

Turning the crank in my back so I can get my second wind at this weight loss business . . .hahahhahahahahahhaahhahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahah

Sorry. I’m a little giddy this evening; there’s no reason for it. If anything, I should be irritated by the book I’m reading – it’s a free spy book with the most beautiful and smartest and most talented spy-ess and “never mind how implausible, let’s just pretend” plot. Still, I have read about a third of it. And why? It’s probably akin to watching the grass grow.

I need to get another passtime – like watching Wanda Wrestling. I know, only a couple of people understand that remark, which is how I plan on staying alive. Oh, that I could post the picture . . .