Beefy

Until a half hour ago, I hadn't eaten beef for two months. That was one of the food groups/types I cut out when I started my drastic diet. I stuck with the diet for a month, lost about ten pounds (none of which I've gained back), strayed at Easter and just haven't gotten back in the groove. But I have avoided beef and pork. Tonight I did something I try not to do: I rewarded myself with food, a hamburger and onion rings to be exact. It's been a long week with a lot of work, and the political craziness has made me dread the news but at the same time unable to turn it off. I compromised and kept the TV on while I was scoring online essays, with the sound turned down. At least that way I could keep up with the actual breaking news (as opposed to the twelve-hour-old "breaking news").

Several people I care about deeply are going through some really bad things, and while I've expressed my support and have offered to help however I can, I mostly feel helpless and concerned (which I'm sure is the same way they feel). Sometimes offering is all you can do. One situation is mostly resolved -- much to my relief -- but a few other are just beginning. I don't mean to be mysterious, and if it were about me I might be more open -- or maybe not.

There's a lot I haven't written, so much to tell from my "blogcation". I'll save that for another day. It's cloudy and dreary, and I'm tired. I'm going to snuggle with my little dog and granddog. See you tomorrow.