Oops!

9:15 pm and I pretty much forgot my commitment to write every day.  It’s hard to start a new habit, isn’t it? Almost as hard as breaking an old habit.

For three months now, I’ve tried to make it two weeks in a row without sugar and have yet to be successful with that one.  Yesterday, I sat in a chair, clinging to the arms, fingernails cutting into the fabric as I waited for my craving for chocolate to pass.  Right that moment I would have paid $100 for one square of rich dark chocolate.

It’s bedtime for Orlee so I’ll just add this picture of her with a frisbee stuck on her head and count four paragraphs as “Writing every day.”

I woke up on the wrong side of the wrong bed today and boy, am I cranky about it.

Last night was to be the first overnight out in my camper, Bunkie.

The weather conspired against me.  No, it wasn’t raining.  No, it wasn’t too cold or even too hot.  It was too humid.  And, I can’t sleep unless I’m in a cool, dark room.

I pride myself on being a fairly low-maintenance person, but, this humidity quirk?  I’ll admit that’s weird.  Humidity seeps into my pores, crawls around my bones and settles into my brain, turning me into a shrew.

And…well…sure, I’ll admit that it’s hard to feed me because I don’t eat gluten.  Or dairy.  Or processed foods.

And, I’m not a very pleasant passenger in a car because I have a tendency to gasp and grab the driver’s arm when I feel they are doing something improper.

And I won’t watch movies or TV shows with violence in them (which is just about all of them.)

FINE!  I’m a high maintenance shrew.  Let’s just leave it at that, shall we?