It's 9:04pm right now and I am hoping to get to bed by 9:30.
Since I am blogging instead of loading the dishwasher/straightening the living room/folding the laundry/reordering checks/getting some mail for tomorrow together, it's not looking good.
I didn't have much of an appetite today, so I didn't eat enough. Then, after I put PJ to bed, it all caught up and I ate a quarter of a box of Cinnamon Life. Dry. Out of the box. Giant fail.
I watched this piece on ACB.com and wish I was ready to face everything with such bravery.
I have been exercising with some regularity, and while the workouts are getting easier for me to get through, I still detest them. I call the poor, animated woman on the YourSelf Fitness for the X-Box many, many horrible names.
PJ had his usual occupational therapy session this morning, and then another one this afternoon since his therapist some open time and PJ had missed a visit last week. He was cranky for both of them…