During my all-nighter, I ate a peanut butter sandwich with two pats of butter. I do love those; I started eating them when I was a kid, and they've stuck with me. They'll be tough to give up, I think. It was around 4:30 in the morning when I did that. I'm not usually awake at 4:30 in the morning. It's not my favorite time of day, by any stretch.
I think I'm going to give the walking a rest today; my hips are still sore from yesterday's sojourn to the bank. Meanwhile, I'm having my breakfast. Activia. It's 10:45 a.m. and I'm hungry. That may be why I have the headache.
I had a blueberry Activia for breakfast. Jim loves blueberries and didn't think much of my usual vanilla Activia; I'll try this on him and see what he thinks. I think it ain't bad, but I like the vanilla better. The headache's gone, and exhaustion still has not set in from my all-nighter last night. Too much adrenaline got generated.
Mom is coming into town for a walk soon. I'll take her down by the river and walk a few paces. Maybe that will stretch out my stiff hips. Funny, when I was younger my hips never got stiff. Now they're stiff all the time. I wonder what that's about? Enh — probably just one of the Joys of Old Age.
Lunch was a chicken thigh and two slices of sourdough italiano bread. No butter this time; you should be proud of me!
I have a Challenge coming up. Jim and I have a trip to Baltimore planned for the middle of September. The food in Baltimore will be my challenge. I'll probably go off track a bit, and I won't have my computer with me so no blogging while I'm there (you'll miss me, right?), but I'll get right back on track when I get home. I want to eat crab cakes while I'm there. Jim wants to take me to a good Mexican restaurant that he knows (he used to work at Johns Hopkins Hospital, so he knows the town well).
We've got absolutely phenomenal seats for the Red Sox/Orioles game. I mean right next to the Red Sox dugout. I'm not much of a baseball fan, which disgusts Jim since one of the things he's done is to sell sports memorabilia — baseball cards, player signatures, clothing and the like — and he just cannot believe that I am as dense as I am about who the players are and what their stats are and who's on first. But, you see, I don't know's been on second for years, and I, like, I don't know. But before we go to Baltimore, I'll study up a bit on the players on the two teams and astound Jim with my rapier knowledge of their latest feats. He's a very smart man; sometimes he's too smart, you know? But my goodness, what a sweetheart he is! I've never been treated like such royalty in my life, and I'm quickly learning to love it. It's not about money; neither he nor I are wealthy, though he does seem to enjoy spending his money on Tess and me. It's about the consideration and the caring and the thoughtfulness...I certainly never had much of that. That generosity he shows me is hard for me to deal with; it makes me cry every time.
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