I am sitting naked on my couch, wrapped in an afghan.
“Breakfast” this morning was a banana, 2 butterflake rolls, and a glass of diet Pepsi.
My temp job is taking huge amounts of my time. I will likely be working some today, for example.
More permanent positions may be added in my group. I have given my grandboss my resume.
The last few months I’ve been carpooling with friends. This cuts the average commute time to 30-50% of the typical bus commute, but it also reduces how much walking I do. I’ve been eating lunch out more just to get out of the building and walk.
I spent time with my father on Thanksgiving for the first time in years. I took him to lunch at his favorite restaurant. He was back at his care home in time for the big Thanksgiving dinner there. I had dinner at my place with members of our family-of-choice.
Before leaving to get Dad yesterday I realized the cotton no-underwire bra I’d put on would probably give me a bit of “4-boob syndrome” as the day went on. At the time, I didn’t care, since I was going to be with Dad, and that type of thing isn’t uncommon at the restaurant in question. This also had me thinking about class. After lunch it definitely was “4-boob” time, so I changed when I got home.
Dinner included: Turkey, stuffing with water chestnuts and cashews, green bean casserole, mashed yams, butterflake rolls, sparkling wine, coffee, hard cider, marionberry pie and pumpkin pie. Most of this was cooked by the man of the house. Yum.