Surprisingly, getting up before 5 a.m. for a cold drive to the airport isn’t even a little bit fun. No, really.
Husband is winging his way to Detroit for 2 weeks so I’m alone. Just me and my 2 grown kids and my daughter’s dumb dogs. And my scale.
I’ve developed a fantasy whereby I somehow, amazingly get down to 199 by the time my husband comes home. Highly unlikely to happen, but hey, I’m going to try.
So, I came home this morning and at 5:30 was making lentil soup and french baguettes (Doesn’t that sound so classy?) Then, as soon as the sun came up enough to see any wayward rattlesnakes, I grabbed the Beagle, who doesn’t have any more sense than I do, and we went for a 4 mile walk.
It was cold.
I forgot how cold it is when you don’t let the sun warm up the high desert a bit. But hey, no rattlesnakes. Apparently they’re smarter than I am.
Do you watch “No Reservations” with that hunk, Anthony Bourdain? I found out I can lay in bed and watch Netflixs on my iphone, so I’ve been watching him eat food all across this globe and I’ve come to a new conclusion, which I’ll talk about tomorrow.
Yes, I’m going to make you wait.
See how I am?