I should have stayed home today, but K has the day off, and I was uninterested in seeing her face when she realized that I would be there, too. So I'm here. We're closed for the testing from 8 to 12:15, at which time the whole school closes for lunch and the kids go home, and then we have to be back at 1:45 -- that seems like too long a lunch -- for a ridiculous workshop, lasting until 3:30. I still don't know why we don't get Martin Luther King day off; either you get who he was and what he stood for, or you don't, I guess, and our school system is in the "don't" column. K, of course, has no work today, since she works for a museum/charitable foundation/university. (I can't quite work that out.)
So far, I've made a whole lot of phone calls, and investigated several wedding photographers online. (I can't work on my new book order because the barcode scanner beeps; no noise, they're testing!). R has it narrowed down to two dresses: the one that's more like what she had in mind, and the one that was a knockout on her. She needs to decide. The more expensive of the two is less than $500, so we're keeping that cost down, anyway.
I slept for about two hours last night, maybe three, which is amusing, because I have this new app for an alarm clock, and if you swipe "Bedtime" when you go to sleep and "Wake Up" when you wake up, it keeps track of how many hours you sleep on a daily basis. Although of course I swiped "Bedtime" when I turned the TV off at 11:00, and didn't fall asleep until after two,so it doesn't really count.
Speaking of keeping track of stuff, and I hope I didn't write this last week, I've just decided that all my keeping track of calories and weight and blood pressure and whatever: it's not OCD. It's a computer game, at least to me. It's all part of a big game that I win by lowering my score each day, i.e., weight. Or produce information to pass along to doctors. (The Crohn's tracker is the best one. You do not want details.) So that makes me feel better about myself.
I've had more pain recently, so I haven't worked out as much, and as a result, my weight is stuck. It's not stuck at a bad number, but I'm only about a pound away from my first goal number, which I set as my March 1 goal, but I'd really like to hit it for my Thursday doctor's appointment. I guess there's a chance of that. Then I set my next goal, which is another ten pounds in two months. (Give or take.) That would bring me to the end of April and to a weight I never thought I'd see again. That's when I decide if I want to stay there or try for five more. That's when I go shopping for my mother-of-the-bride dress. Although I may start to look around online, just to get an idea. A suit? A dress? Slinky is out for me, and I won't be comfortable in sleeveless. Ah well. Something else to do.
One of the testers is asleep with his head down on the tesst. Three others are still writing. Will this day never end?
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