And I hate my scale. I'm seeing the positive effects of the working out---I could wear a sweater yesterday for the first time ever that didn't divulge every bulge, and I have *way* more energy than I used to (generally speaking)---but not on the scale. I know it's to be expected, but it's a little discouraging. Not stopping me though. Just...hate my scale.
Craig is doing much better, thankfully. Still working too hard and still not ready to go back to working out because of a lingering cough, but much more energetic and himself. I'm relieved.
Much to do today. Three days until Alicia's party, I have a buttload of laundry to do, and presents to wrap. I'm going to respond to individual fic comments later this morning but thank you to everyone who read yesterday. :)
