Losing a part of me

I was exhausted yesterday and got ready for bed earlier than I have in recent memories. I was actually lying there at 6:30pm but was going to try to stay awake until 8:30pm. At 8:15pm or so I turned off the lights and tried to sleep. I think I had just fallen off when someone (likely a well-meaning neighbour) knocked on my door. Princess Sophie went nuts and we had to get out of bed to see who it was. By the time I found my bathrobe, they were gone. We got back into bed… and I was awake until midnight. This we extended our bad-sleep streak to I don’t even know how many nights.

My weight crept up a little more this morning. I suspect that had I moved my bowels before weighing myself instead of after then I might have liked the numbers on the bathroom scale better, but it is what it is. I have to get back on track somehow, but while I am in this dire emotional state I do not know how I will do that. Fortunately, in just under three weeks Leslie is coming for a visit, and hopefully then I will start to get out of it.

The temperature yesterday was finally a bit more reasonable, and in the late afternoon Her Floofness and I went for our first long walk through the park in over a week. Hopefully we will be able to do the same today.

My Internet went down for a couple of hours today. I took that opportunity, after dealing with my ISP, to take Her Floofness for another walk. It was not quite as long as yesterday, but it was a start.

Have a great day folks.