Lost Day

Message in a bottle. Image from paolo pellegrini in North Italy.

Went to boot camp, worked hard there and enjoyed seeing my friends. But I was tired after and indulged myself/gave into it. Had been up till nearly 1 A.M. on and off b/c Figgy was up late, then alarm went off 7 A.M.

Then, emotional baggage [mine and someone's else's] to lug around....and a long rest.....then waking up overhungry and almost shaking, so overeating big time.

What a wash. I feel like a mess. It's a bad spot to be in. And with everyone out of the house, I could wallow in my worthlessness and find comfort only with my fluffball.

H. and Figgy in NYC now so I think I will rent Oscar Best Picture  nominee "Beasts of the Southern Wild" On Demand.

Signing off. Good night. Sure hope I can unfurl my sails and slice through the waves. As our friend Michael says, Onward.

TCOY  

1. Boot camp.
2. Walked Puff around block.
3. Watched "The Brady Bunch," like comfort food for me. Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, Thursday spaghetti night, homemade chocolate pudding. Problem is, four episodes are on every night from 6 to 8 P.M. on the Hallmark Channel [#137 for us].
4. I am hoping to make a list now of work and home tasks to accomplish over the next three days. Perhaps this Lost Day can propel me into a string of Found Days.