At the risk of vagueGBCNing, my SS had a major milestone accomplishment today and I am having all the feels about it. I'm so proud of him, I'm worried for him, I'm especially proud because I know he's going to be one of the good guys, quietly doing the things to help people and make the world better, especially in light of everything that's happening right now.
Our furnace went out last night. HVAC assures me they're coming today. It's almost 6pm. It's 49 in my house. I'm wearing Uggs, sweats over leggings, 2 long sleeved shirts under a hoodie, a stocking hat and fingerless gloves. I can't feel my nose. Sent DD to grandma's to spend the night with heat and am currently touching 3 of 4 cats who are all trying to steal my heat.
I was unsuccessfully trying to convince my girlfriends we should dress up for our fancy tea. A steampunk tea would be delightful, don't you think? And we'd get to wear fancy hats!
I may make a fancy hat anyway.
Yes! Fancy hats are a bate minimum requirement for tea. Steampunk sounds awesome.
The worst part of my day is when I complete my diary on MFP and it tells me how much I would weigh in 5 weeks if every day was like today.
I'm hungry and only a little below my calorie budget. This app could try to give me more comfort than the knowledge that this is only projected to shave off 2.5 lb in the next 5 weeks.
H is stuck in Boston and might not arrive home until tomorrow and his parents decided to arrive at our house 2 days earlier than they planned and will be here this afternoon.