A case of the late-evening ows.

I'm sitting here and contemplating taking myself off to bed ... at ELEVEN o'clock! Preposterous, you say and I agree. But my normally undistinguishable abs are protesting over the amount of work they were subjected to. Moving stuff, sorting, packing away. So ... ouch.

In good news, I took ALL of my makeup that had originally taken up many, many drawers of my stacking chests (now discarded) and managed to get nearly everything sorted and inserted into two vanity cases (you know, like sewing boxes). Wow! I feel so relieved.

But, in bad and frustrating news, the pictures I'd located of Brian's and my first BBQ have disappeared. Oh ... not all of them. The one of him with ET holding his cellphone is there. But not the one of me looking quite glamorous in an artistic pose wearing my leopard-print caftan; or the one of Brian in his official chef's apron. Arrgghh. So I'll have to go through all of those loose papers again.

In juxtaposed good news regarding that BBQ, I found my original report about it in the club's newsletter, so I'm going to have to retype it (deleting any names other than Brian's and mine). It made me quite giddy to see how long ago I'd been writing about fun parties. So ... something that made me proud and happy.

In undecided news, I had one BBQ'd chicken breast and the ear of corn, both cold, as well as cooking the last of the baby brussel sprouts for dinner. Hmmm, perhaps my tum didn't care for the sprouts??? Anyway, time for some gravol I think and then off to bed. It's cooled down, so I hope I'll have a lovely sleep. Nighty-night, all.

A case of the late-evening ows.

I'm sitting here and contemplating taking myself off to bed ... at ELEVEN o'clock! Preposterous, you say and I agree. But my normally undistinguishable abs are protesting over the amount of work they were subjected to. Moving stuff, sorting, packing away. So ... ouch.

In good news, I took ALL of my makeup that had originally taken up many, many drawers of my stacking chests (now discarded) and managed to get nearly everything sorted and inserted into two vanity cases (you know, like sewing boxes). Wow! I feel so relieved.

But, in bad and frustrating news, the pictures I'd located of Brian's and my first BBQ have disappeared. Oh ... not all of them. The one of him with ET holding his cellphone is there. But not the one of me looking quite glamorous in an artistic pose wearing my leopard-print caftan; or the one of Brian in his official chef's apron. Arrgghh. So I'll have to go through all of those loose papers again.

In juxtaposed good news regarding that BBQ, I found my original report about it in the club's newsletter, so I'm going to have to retype it (deleting any names other than Brian's and mine). It made me quite giddy to see how long ago I'd been writing about fun parties. So ... something that made me proud and happy.

In undecided news, I had one BBQ'd chicken breast and the ear of corn, both cold, as well as cooking the last of the baby brussel sprouts for dinner. Hmmm, perhaps my tum didn't care for the sprouts??? Anyway, time for some gravol I think and then off to bed. It's cooled down, so I hope I'll have a lovely sleep. Nighty-night, all.