Today I blog with translation from French to English because Google is crap. So annoyed to have 12 years of blogging stolen from me.
But I trudge forward with today's challenges.
Still on the road to the projected next stage. Steven spoke with the new boss he's never met who never returns his calls. But he fancied returning his call yesterday. And now we can move forward with the next step in the homework that only presents itself when we move forward. Forms, forms, forms...
In speaking with the W sibs, it's funky to say I'm officially at that point. They make a lotta bucks. I volunteer, then retire with similar benefits. They've long put their opinions about having a spousal unit's bennies, disregarding my presence. But as I see it, at least two of them are now volunteering and loving it; one paid, the other also paid but because of being the CEO of an NPO. Yes, I know all about this, having been the administrator of one years ago.
So the room got quiet when I said I was going down that path and not that hubby is doing so alone. Fortunately, I said it with glee, forgetting how they are about such feminist topics. I'm for women more than they are in so many ways. Irony.
Yesterday's doctor report was supposed to free me to do whatever I want, only this new leg doc disagrees a lot with VM, so I am leery to take the lot of her advice. I'm looking up stuff she opposes today...
Later... I looked up my leg condition and indeed even UCMC agrees with what I told the doc. I won't be asking her hard questions and will instead find another specialist in the future. She needs to read the findings in her native tongue, which is Chinese. She's OCD so that will explain a lot. I loved my OCD at VM.
Had leftover turkey with cranberry sauce that is getting sour with age, and leftover salad bar from yesterday. Pumpkin pie with a blue can of whipped cream: Low carbs, whole milk based. Mmmmm... I didn't have to make it :)
Weird to continue losing weight by second nature instead of hard focus. Just have to find the culprit bag of faux flour that tastes like metal and rust and dump it.
Steven sleeps while I tap away at the keys. Trying to stay present today, but I'm jetlagged from yesterday's long drive and discussion with the dumb doc. What to do tonight, since the day is gone... Didn't make it to line dancing lessons. Not sure if that's a good idea for Steven, since he tends to be disruptive in a classroom. Some things never change...
No word about covid infecting certain family members this month. Whew.
Becky is warming up to me these days. I mentioned that we were related and she liked that. She's gathering family troups to herself since her family is shrinking a lot. Mine too. She asked me about the keto I do since she happened to do it this last year but doesn't know where to go for great recipes. That's a thing, for sure. Go see the Keto Twins, since they try all the wrong things and have the same taste as normal people do.
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