Got my shit together today. And did my two things. Plus some other stuff.
Doing the blog early today, because there is a chance of a volcano run. My dear friends have said “Next time we go”. I don’t want them to feel any pressure, but I really would like to see 1,000 ft lava fountains. And how many more tomorrows do I have?
Clearly not starving out here. In fact, I’ve cleaned up my eating (and drinking) habits in a major way — enough to drop 7 or 8 pounds. I bet I’ll fit back into my gray pants. Real food. What a concept. We’ll see what happens when I return to The Asylum… which is where the gray pants are currently living.
And for Barb: one minute of ocean from this morning’s cardio walk.