Blah, blah, blah. The problem with blogging every day is that you have to do something in between blog entries, so you have something to talk about. That's sometimes an issue for me.

Hmmm...last night I had turkey and brown rice for dinner. Later in the evening I went wild and crazy and ate some bread and butter. White bread. (French baguette, actually. Warmed. With soft butter. Mmmm.)

This morning I had an egg for breakfast.

1-1/2 pounds! That's what I was down yesterday when I weighed. I was afraid to weigh this morning, in case it turned out to have been a mirage. (In spite of my Fear and Loathing, I went ahead and brought turkey in for lunch again today. And I had it for dinner last night. Because, while blechy food is not fun, losing weight is a great deal of fun.)

Today I drew a cat. (Actually, I drew several views of a cat, with varying success. These are my first forays into the animal kingdom and I decided that since Pippi likes cats, I'd start with cats. I can send her some of my efforts and make her laugh.)

That takes care of the usual topics, right?

Yesterday, Post-Talk, Buehler was almost embarrassingly relieved and grateful. Today he's back to normal, which is a relief. I'm not entirely comfortable with being thanked every two minutes for doing minor things like handing someone a pile of mail.

Last night I broke the news to the R.C. While she agrees that Continued Employment is ideal, she's not happy about the idea that I'd be home and underfoot if she had a day off for the foreseeable future. My idea is that we could move to a bigger place. She agrees in abstract theory but doesn't actually want to go to the trouble and expense of moving. I could get my own place...but it seems tacky

I have some Actual Work I could do (well, okay, I have a phone call I could make) but I'm saving it for my late-morning excitement. In theory, someone is going to call me this afternoon so I can do a reinstall of a software program, too. The thrills never stop at Anne's Desk.