I got up at my usual time this morning, looked out the window and saw that it really wasn't as snowy as promised. I considered going to work even though I was approved for today off. I fired up the computer to check out the latest weather report and the call for afternoon icing was still there, so I decided to stay home. The weather, while not great, turned out to be not nearly as bad as they predicted. I could have gone in and saved a day, but fuck it. I sat around like a bump on a log today and I have to tell you, it felt great. I did absolutely (almost) nothing today. I did throw in three loads of laundry (because someone asshole I happen to live with finally unpacked his luggage from his trip to Kentucky three weeks ago, even though I asked him to do this the weekend he got home.....)
When Ken got out of work tonight, we needed to go pick up his car from the shop. Neither of us had eaten much of anything today, so we decided to go out to dinner. I was hungry and I really overdid it. I ate way too much. Started with a salad, cup of seafood chowder and some cole slaw. Oh, and a huge ass piece of bread. Then my entree, which was seafood stuffed salmon and a sweet potato. My stomach feels rock hard now. I hate that I shoveled the food in. I fear I haven't quite banished all of my old ways because they seem to pop up every now and again. I'm going to promise myself now to get back on the wagon tomorrow and not freak out if I bounce up a couple pounds this week.
Tomorrow is going to be interesting. I have a whole bunch of shit on my desk and I'm sure there was more piled up today. I'm not complaining, I'm just not sure where to begin. I hope to get a couple hours extra in tomorrow, too. And when I get home, I should have a nice, shiny new box of comics waiting for me. It's been three weeks since my last delivery. I'm getting very excited!