#2 daughter is coming in tomorrow, bringing her dog for us to sit while she’s in Serbia.

It’s been a long week and a rather emotional one. I am tired. My husband left for work and I finished up my work and ordered a pizza. I enjoyed one slice, and a bowl of fresh cherries.

That’s wasteful, unless my husband comes home and has seven slices of pizza.

But I enjoyed the slice of pizza and the fruit. It was just the right amount.

I plan to be entirely lazy tonight. I might clean the kitchen at some point. Otherwise I’ll read and knit and watch The Fall.

I’ve come back to admit that I ended up about an hour later with horrible stomach cramps, diarrhea, and a general regret for eating that pizza. I am thankful that it was only one slice. It may be that my general good habits have made it impossible for me to go very far with bad habits.