I’m taking a personal business day to attend to some personal business. I’m making a list. Do you want to see it? I thought not.
I have to say, though, that just making the list made me feel better. It’s not so awful.
And I put the two remaining cookies from the cookie exchange party we went to on a Christmas plate, so decorating really has commenced.
And I have to write cards — that goes on the list.
It’s dark here, and foggy, and I did not go for a walk last weekend and I can feel my hamstrings tightening and the rest of me growing larger by the second. This is a lesson. I should put “walk” on the list, except it’s reached the bottom of the piece of paper. There, I squished it in.
I’m not going to tell you about the friends who are coming to dinner next week who between them can’t eat anything. Fish is okay. No gluten, soy or egg yolks. I guess that’s not so hard — we’ll have salmon, assuming there is any, potatoes or rice, a vegetable of some sort. It will just all be quite plain, but that’s okay. I guess I could make meringues, but what if a tiny bit of egg yolk slips in? Maybe just fruit. It will be very healthy.
All right. Time to get busy.