Given my reactions yesterday while sitting outside The EARL eating a lovely dinner with Betsy — a heart flutter followed by instantaneous depression — just by seeing REDACTED walking down the sidewalk across the street, my decision to stop hashing has been confirmed, no matter how many people tell me that I am doing the wrong thing and should hold my ground. It has been two months and I am still an emotional mess.
Getaway plans for the end of June taking shape, now I just need to tie a few things together to make it a spectacular time away. Sorry, WLF…
I also need to figure out how to avoid drinking as much beer as I did yesterday. And all of that consumption happened prior to dinner.
I solved today’s Wordle in three attempts; my starter today was TRADE
Tuesday Tale of the Tape: 185.4 pounds (-0.6 from last week’s weigh-in); surprising given how much food and alcohol I have transported down my gullet the past four days.