Routines

I'm carb-loading at midnight. It's how I maintain my figure.

Ticked off one of the several habits I want to be part of my daily routine - washing up dishes before going to bed, by hook or by crook (only exception might be presence of desirable man).

Speaking of which, I had my first significant pangs of sadness today, since Tuesday evening. Can I have one more cuddle? Can I make love to you one more time? He might just be up for it, who knows? Dare I ask? Or will we be together again someday? I'm not going to long for it nor put my life in limbo, but in truth, I do wonder, as there was no sense of fait accompli about the halt to our 'relationship'.

I'm doing fine. I've gotta have a love affair with economic stability and muscle tone before I resume any kind of romance.

I've got productivity, routines and glorious health on the brain.

Sleep well dear humans! Life is good; sleep is proof.

-- Posted from one of those iPhone things.