I hate the idea of going back to work. *sigh* I'm grateful I have a steady job, even if it pays me next to nothing after nearly 25 years (25th anniversary coming up in March). I discovered recently that I have 15 weeks and a few days of accumulated sick leave and vacation time (okay, one good thing about this job is our leave time is very generous--sick leave is figured separately from vacation or personal leave, plus there's time for family sick leave), so I announced to my bosses that I thought I'd take next semester off. Dead silence from both offices, then Mark came out looking more consternated than usual and Alice came and gave me a really dirty look. It was pretty funny. But I tell you, I think a semester off would be a great 25th anniversary present.
I weighed this morning, and once again, for the fourth week in a row, I haven't lost an ounce. Very discouraging, since I'm trying so hard. Today at the store I bought chicken breasts, tilapia, frozen veggies, fresh fruit, low-fat cottage cheese, low-fat string cheese, and regular-fat yoghurt and a package of marrow bone slices for the dogs. I wanted to treat myself to a pecan pie, but they didn't have any, either in the store bakery or the frozen section. Darn it!
I finished the first sleeve on my sweater and picked up stitches for the 2nd. Pictures tomorrow if it's not raining. Tomorrow I don't have to go anywhere at all, so I'm going to do some marathon knitting.
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