Nothing much happening.
I pissed off my editor at my little paper. I don't like pissing people off. He has every right. I wasn't very communicative. For some reason, I thought I'd be able to handle two jobs, school and family life. It's not working out so well.
You may have noticed I didn't post my Fat Tuesday numbers. I just didn't have a chance. The weight was lower, the body fat higher. So, I'm losing weight, but not fat. If my muscles get any smaller I won't even be able to wield my mighty pen. Not that it's been very mighty lately. Anyway, I expect the weight to climb next week. I've been eating a lot.
And today's Valentine's Day, which means for breakfast I had four chocolates in addition to real food. This year I managed to give Eric the card I bought for him. I've had one kicking around for several years. I always intend to give it to him, and I always forget. But this year, unable to find the card that's been migrating from one drawer to another, I bought another. And he's already opened it. It's those small accomplishments that mean so much.
Kayleigh leaves for Washington, D.C. next week. I'm excited for her. I've never been there. They won't let her visit her cousin, though. Too bad. She has to get on her bus at 1:45 a.m. That is just evil.
The big paper asked me if I wanted to work election night next Tuesday, but that's the night Kayleigh has to get ready for her trip. I want to be there to help, even though she'll probably be so nervous she'll be mean to me.
Happy VD, everyone.