Am feeling much better today. Got a sort of decent night’s sleep. But this working 8-6 is a bit much for me. I am not the kind of person who has the stamina to stare at a computer screen for ten hours a day. And when I get home from work, the last thing I want to do is look at a computer. So I really don’t understand how George does it. He is probably staring at his computer screen 16 hours a day. And most of that is voluntary. And he wonders why his back hurts?

Anyway, all I have to do is make it through the next three weeks of work and then I’ll be working the more reasonable hours of 8-4. Highly exciting. But right now the marketing creative guy at work is on vacation (in London, the lucky dog) so I finally get to do a little design. But the man, genius though he is, is still using the original round one-button mouse and tiny keyboard that came with his Mac. Don’t understand that at all.

Tonight is our neighborhood’s Night Out Against Crime. Or as George calls it, “the perfect night to burglarize everyone’s house.” Is sort of exciting to be part of a real community. I love it. Because my last name starts with M, I have to bring a casserole. Hopefully they won’t mind the frozen lasagne I’m going to heat up. Do they really think I’m going to make a casserole after work on a Tuesday? Who does that? Okay, I suppose it’s not so far-fetched, but nevertheless I will not be creating something tonight. No indeedy. And I must try to stop myself from gorging on the hot dogs, hamburgers, and multiple salads (A-H), casseroles (I-P), and desserts (Q-Z) that will be on offer. Tomorrow is weigh-in, after all.

I went to the grocery store last night after I went to Curves to pick up aforementioned frozen lasagne and came across some low-fat waffles. Two for two points. Yum. I love waffles. And with blueberry jam, even better than plain blueberry waffles. I know this isn’t some extraordinary discovery, I know that low-fat waffles have been around, but I never looked for them before. Yum yum yum. I love finding new low-point foods. And as I don’t eat syrup on my waffles anyway, I don’t feel like I’m missing out on anything. And jam is nearly as good as butter as a topping. (Let’s face it, nothing is as good as butter, but we’re talking about my homemade blueberry jam here.) Now I can just imagine the possibilities here….waffles for breakfast, waffle sandwich for lunch, waffles and a fried (in Pam, natch) egg for dinner. Yum.