Chocolooney

Another Sunday of considering sleeping in but pushing through. My morning coffee was once again plagued with temptation to sing and dance in public, but thankfully, the room was empty when I did my lil jig…

For lunch, I went to get my meds, but the pharmacy was closed. The server had me craving cake and sugars, so I made the most of driving all the way there, bought some treats, and got a tank of gas. Only once I got back, did Josh remind me that they’re closed JUST for that half hour I was there. If I just waited, I would’ve gotten my meds :'(

The rest of the day was very mellow and flew by. Dinner was leftovers of my chicken macaroni experiment (very good reheated, maybe even better). I only ate half of what was left; I wasn’t super hungry after all the treats I had earlier (mini cheesecake and some of a Tony’s Chocolooney), but I did want to end the day on protein and not risk being hungry in the middle of the night.

I folded the laundry from yesterday, the final load, and got cozy. Simple but good day. Sushi is… helping me write.

I think he might be mimicking how I’m sitting. He even started talking, which is classic Sushi-Humaning behavior, like when he talks at the dinner table. Precious baby. His baby is summoning demons under the bed.