fivebyevif

There are many days when I feel like an imposter. Like any moment someone is going to walk into my office and shout, “You! Out!” and then wheel in someone else on a dolly and shuffle them into my chair.

I’m adjusting, I know.

No cooking this week. I’m going to go to Trader Joe’s once I take my bath and pick out ten nice frozen meals, some salad fixin’s, and cheeeeese for my week. I am trying to get my end of E3 madness done ASAP so I can be free to do the other ten zillion things on my schedule. It’s probably futile, but then again — maybe not.

Planting tomorrow. Bushes have not shown up. Blah.

One nice thing about stress? I’ve lost six pounds. It would be more if I could wake my ass up early enough to exercise but alas, my ass remains firmly in bed most mornings.