606.

I'm really looking forward to the day after Christmas...

605.

What a fantastic weekend I've had.

Lots of driving, visiting with friends old and new, and food. I even had time to squeeze in a few dates.

Laughing, noshing, dancing, crying, kissing...

I loved every minute of it all.

The reward for being such a busy bee is needing a good ole Epsom salt-baking soda soak.

As soon as I eat my last bit of leftovers, I'm diving in to zone out until the water chills.

Sayonara y'all.

604.

Oh happy day y'all!

The volume of my life has gotten incrementally louder in the past few days.

The possibilities for "new and/or different" that have come into focus recently are... interesting.

Nothing that needs deciding right now but eventually I'll need to make a few choices.

I'm thankful for the opportunities.

* * *

Moving right along, my modified carb plan has resulted in a better fit for one of my favorite skirts.


Here is the "before" photo (taken in late April 2015):

Here is the "after" photo, taken this morning (about 15 pounds lighter):

It will be a challenge to keep it off and lose more with cold weather creeping in but I'm up for it. Thank goodness for exercise DVDs and YouTube.

Here's to fighting the good fight!

Amen.

603.

Exhausted.

Been awake for at least 22 hours straight.

Time for a serious snooze.

There's a date scheduled for 2 p.m. but I might not make it.

Oh well...

Hitting the pillows in five.

I shall sleep well.

More later.

Amen.

602.

A day out with the girls on Veteran's Day morphed into an all-day affair.

We had lunch, shopped, walked, shared girl talk and giggles, and ended with beverages on the boardwalk in the big city down the road.

We had a fantastic time.

Tomorrow I'll be joining one of the ladies for another evening of sisterhood. She's a recent addition to our group and already feels like family.

On Sunday several of us are meeting for jazz brunch at a new N'awlins restaurant down in the big city.

I might be exhausted come Monday but God knows I wouldn't want to do without my sista-friends. I'm so thankful to have these ladies in my life.

Amen.

601.

Second date went well for the most part.

We caught a movie, a good one. Better than I thought it would be.

He's such a gentleman. We held hands during the movie and kissed after the credits rolled.

It was an almost-chaste kiss that had the potential for more but the lights came on, the staff came in to clean, and we were forced to abandon the maneuver.

After the movie we headed off for another stroll at another nearby mall.

The date ended with conversation about seeing each other one evening this week, to talk (his words).

Hmmm... Okay...

On another note, this Daylight Savings Time sure has me in a tizzy.

Can y'all say "exhausted"?

600.

How does one recover from a really good first date?

By putting up ones feet and vegging out in front of the telly for a few hours.

And for those who want details:

- He is tall, dark, and handsome. Much better looking in person than his photos.

- His smile is beautiful. Fantastic teeth.  (A great smile always makes me swoon...)

- He gave me flowers and a card before we hugged hello. (The graphic on the card referenced a conversation we had earlier this week about favorite childhood movies. Nice touch.)

- We took a sightseeing cruise, had dinner and a subsequent hour of conversation at a nearby restaurant, then took a stroll at a local shopping area.

- We held hands as he walked me to my car. We hugged and exchanged a few sweet awkward kisses as we said goodnight.

- We have a second date planned for Sunday.

I'm exhausted.

Time for bed.