I need a grey-and-rainy-day sort of icon. In lieu of that, I fall back upon Paco and his stick (I really miss that book. That's right, DC: I'm talking to you). It wasn't as if today was terrible; it was entirely adequate. Passable. Normal. And that's sort of the problem, but I don't have the energy or the emotional fortitude to delve too deeply. Let's just say I'm feeling - quite keenly - my lack of motivation and leave it at that.

Let's focus on the positive:

Nice early morning class, low attendance notwithstanding.

My shoulder, which flared up following a run on Saturday, is settling down.

Per the plan outlined in my last post, I made rösti with baked eggs for dinner, and it was delicious. Since I halved the recipe, I have leftover shredded potatoes. I suspect there will be potato crusted salmon fillet in my future.

Not dropping weight yet, still have a bit of a muffin top, and yet I feel fit and strong (less the wonky shoulder) and am carrying myself as such. So there.

I'm writing. Just a little, I admit, but that's better than not at all.

My sunshine and rainbows kitten. I've always had pets, and I've loved them all, but this one is something special.