First Day of Vacay

Let's see, what did I do on my first day of winter break?

Despite my best intentions, I did not get to the bank or the post office because no one cares that I had a day off and things to do, that pesky President's Day means that all that was closed. I did get blood drawn for Friday's doctor's appointment, and K and I did get the food shopping done. (She worked all weekend.)

I cleaned. Yes, I did so. Not extensively, because that ship has sailed (if ever it was afloat at all), but the MIL says she is dropping by on Thursday, and I choose not to die of extreme mortification if in fact she does. I only hope that when I retire I have enough money to hire someone to come in and clean.

I prepared, such as I do, for tomorrow's visit to the accountant. Preparation for me consists of gathering together what I can and hoping that the Feds see that we are too small potatoes ever to audit. It always makes me very nervous to get the taxes done, and I'm happy when it's over. Maybe when I retire we won't need to itemize any more and we can do it ourselves. Note that I did not say "myself." We'd probably go to prison for life.

Otherwise, I think I took a nap -- not sure, I was probably asleep -- and did not much else. Fine by me. I had a really good workout yesterday, about an hour, but didn't get to it today. Even so, I seem to continue to lose weight at the pace I want to lose at, so it's all good. Do I feel better, twelve pounds down? I'd have to say that I feel no different at all. My clothes still fit the same way, maybe a bit more comfortably, but I haven't gone down a size in anything. What hurts still hurts, no different. I do think I look better, so that's something. It's an interesting process to be going through.

Okay, I'll let you know tomorrow if I survived the accountant or if I'm packing for an extended stay in debtor's prison.