Well, that's it for visiting and being visited, at least for the time being. So no more excuses about posting. I did, of course, find time to lurk...
Happy, so sorry about your aunt.

At least you'll have a bit of time to write or call or see her. I know it helped me to spend some time with my long-lost brother after his diagnosis.
And you've managed to reconnect to the net, which must be a relief. Amazing how much we come to rely on it!
As for being on track, I must say that it's a lot easier when you live alone like me. I'm a champion at finding excuses to eat the wrong things when others are around - don't want to make a fuss, or offend, or... and of course the truth is they wouldn't even notice. Harder with people living in the same house, unless they can be convinced to jump on board the diet train too.
Mel, I hope your day out will be terrific, and that it won't have a negative effect on your eyes. If it's as humid and hot there as here, you'll probably need a month to recover. Where was all this heat and sun last week when I had a lake down the hill to jump into?
Ceejay, have your hours at work gotten back to normal yet? I hadn't realized it was a noisy environment - must be extra hard to take for the longer hours.
Linus, hello to you. You stopped posting around the time I started.

that the party this weekend goes well.
Shad, before hotels started providing irons and boards I used to sometimes travel with a mini-iron, and would iron on the bed on a towel. Neither fun nor perfect as to results, but good enough to smarten up a pair of wrinkled pants or to freshen up the back of a linen jacket.
Some scary pollution news here yesterday: the wonderful lake we swam in has developed blue-green algae at one end, not the beach we swam at. Too many "cottages" that are actually monster houses with dishwashers and washing machines and phosphates draining into the water and shoreline destruction. Grrr. If the whole lake goes bad, it'll be the end of an era. No more luscious lake swimming 20 minutes from home.
Holly, I did wonder if that murder was near you. With any luck he's out of the area and will be caught soon. Very scary, the idea of murdering people just to steal their vehicle. I can understand crimes of passion, but the socio and psychopaths are just so random.
Painter, I hope a new client falls in your lap to replace the one who feels he doesn't need you any more. When my marriage broke up I spent a fortune on therapy, which did help me, but probably sent the poor therapist into therapy herself. I don't think I'd have the patience myself, at least not for any long-term work.
Meadow, Madcat, Ruth

Here's hoping all's well with you.
Yikes, I've got to get off this laptop. So that's it, except to say that I'm back on track with the eating (and drinking) and the scale seems to have slipped down again - unless it's just another temporary dip. I so want to be my old normal-sized self again! If the numbers are right, I'm half-way through the weight-loss journey, and should be feeling very satisfied. But then I look at the belly or the lumpy thighs, and

Maybe I need to book an appointment with Painter (or Mel and Shad with their rolling pins and big hob-nailed boots) to get over myself...
