It’s Mardi Gras day, and I’m at work. Boo. But for being one of the four people in our building (instead of the usual 50+), I get a day off next week, which I am using to visit my brother in California.

And tomorrow is weigh-in day. I hope I’ve lost at least a few pounds. I can definitely tell that I’m eating less, and maybe I think perhaps a pair of pants that I hardly ever wear is slightly less tight. But that could be wishful thinking. My boss wants to get fried chicken for lunch today since we’re all working and it’s Mardi Gras day. I haven’t decided yet. Maybe if I take the skin off.

Tomorrow is our first inspection. Wonder if it’s too early to start packing?