Back on Sunday.
I think it’s morning.
Still slammed at work. The days are blurring.
That’s a nice little vacation for someone. ;o]
I’m still trying to get to the carwash. But I may have to wait until payday, as I will have to use what’s left in the stash for food tomorrow morning.
My arm itched during the night but at least I didn’t scratch it open and make it bleed again. I keep bathing it with antiseptic wash, but between this and my finger in May and June, even that is running low. I just need it to last until payday.
I put on a T-shirt this morning that I haven’t worn in a couple of years, and it fits me looser than ever. YAY! It looks like I’m about 12# away from my goal, now, and that is a good feeling. Of course, I’ll have to buy skinny clothes, but we will see what happens. Maybe all that packing will help me lose the last of it, if I don’t lose it before then.
I need to get book and banker’s boxes. Fourteen of the former and four of the latter. And a dish pack. The rest of the stuff will go in tubs.
(I figured out, when I get to my goal weight, that I will have lost a Sixth Grader in poundage!)