July 7th: Summary

Ways in which the Universe was against me today:

1. The pair of pants I wore fit me perfectly this past fall. Per. Fect. Ly. Today? I had to check myself in the bathroom mirror about ten times to make sure I hadn't split the ass seam. *sigh* More gym, less eating.

2. Most days, I get a coffee from Dunkin' Donuts in the morning. I often also get a Reduced Fat Blueberry Muffin. (Yes, I'm aware that they're still bad for me, I've done the math. No lectures needed.) This is like a daily test of my will. I love donuts. Do you understand? No, no you don't. I love donuts with a powerful, unholy love. Chocolate glazed. Blueberry cake. Chocolate frosted. I haven't had a donut in ages, though, because I've mastered my need for them. That makes, um -- let me count, one thing in my life that my discipline has overcome. This morning, I pulled my Reduced Fat Blueberry Muffin out of the bag and what do I see? One, solitary pink sprinkle in the bottom of my bag. Juuuuuust a little "fuck you, here's a reminder of what you're not eating right now and by the way, have you checked the ass seam of your pants lately?" from DD to me. Rock.

3. I was late to the gym (see? more gym, less eating!) so I had to barrel through my workout and rush to the bus stop. I was hot and sweaty as all get out (am I turning you on yet?). Was there so much as a whisper of a breeze blowing? No. Not today, even though our street is normally a wind-tunnel. That's okay, I think. I'll cool right down on the bus! I bring a jacket to work all throughout the summer because the bus is so over-air conditioned. Today? Not so much. We had a city bus and it was packed with people, stacking the odds against the under-powered AC unit. Ugh.

Ways in which the Universe had my back today:

1. I devised a Masterful Plan to accomplish the completion of my book. *ahem* It is as follows: This week, write the epilogue, which is at the front of my brain, reciting itself over and over and over again and which doesn't intimidate me in the least. Next week, while on vacation with nothing else in the universe to do, write The Final Scene, which scares the hell out of me. Voila! Done. Easy, peasy.

2. On the bus (while sweating), I created a kick-ass Epilogue-writing playlist. Its songs encompass all the loss and betrayal and hurt and guilt and anger and sadness that is the end of The Final Scene with a smattering of hope, for good measure. Oh yes, boys and girls, emotional devastation is the name of the game for my poor, poor MC at the end of this masterpiece. No HEAs here. I'm kind of a bitch like that. *shrugs*

3. My dog's daycare offered (without prompting) to pay the $150.00 vet bill that resulted from the care and treatment of the freakish puncture wound he received at some point during the day there on Thursday. Awesome!!! You may be thinking this is what should happen, but I have a different perspective. To me, when you toss dozens and dozens of dogs together in a play area, someone's bound to get hurt sooner or later. Logan's been going for almost 3 years now and this is the first time he's gotten hurt *knock wood*, so I wouldn't have minded if we had to pay. The happiness he gains from his time there is well worth the expense and inconvenience of a trip to the vet every now and then.

Summary: The Universe was my friend today, albeit a bitchy one. I'm down with that. I'm quite bitchy to the Universe, myself, on occasion.