I have been shoveling in the sugar these past couple of weeks like someone who believes that Apocalypse will arrive before bikini season.Today was the worst. I won't tell you how much Chubby Hubby I ate, but I told H. and she was like, "Um, that's a lot."
It's also sapping my energy, and making me feel hung over.
Ugh. At least it's a problem I can solve, ostensibly.
My apartment is kind of a shambles. I need to learn to be organized.
However, the book I was editing went to the printer yesterday, and that is a huge thing.
Also, I walked home today from Center City, and it was warm and lovely. And I did NO work this evening, and I refuse to feel bad about it.