I’m barely awake right now. Having just gotten done with my inbox, I don’t have the energy to do this right, but just to set it up for tomorrow, I’m a huge failure.
I set some straightforward goals for this weekend:
1) Finish my sock.
Sock, Not Finished
No. I’m close! But no cigar. Not a lot of knitting time this weekend. You just can’t knit and throw a bocce ball at the same time.
2) Finish The Hours. No. Brought it, didn’t even open it. I’ve still got 18 pages left. Pathetic, really.
3) Tigers at 25/18. Yes! Actually, they are at 25/18, though I can’t really take this as me winning. I’m reminded almost daily that I have no effect on baseball, no matter how much I try not to curse them.
4) Gain four pounds. Weight upon arrival? 135.1. Weight upon leaving? 138.2. Failure, though those 3.1 pounds are for sure rumbling in my tummy tonight. I’m glad there are only 3.1 of them to gurgle.
Full report tomorrow, when I will be in Portion-Control, No Dessert land.
