Went to the diabetic management follow-up seminar today and took the kids. They behaved themselves very well and even bragged on me to the others in the group when I went out to get my weight and waist measured and, most importantly, my hemoglobin A1C test. This is the test that measures your blood glucose levels over a three-month period and is very important in the management of diabetes. According to their scales, I lost 13.8 lbs. My goal was…
Later today, Tuesday, July 26, I will go for my second visit with the diabetes management team. They’re going to do a hemoglobin A1C test and we’ll see how far we got with my goals. Of course, for supper we went to IHOP and I had the Harvest Grain and Nut pancakes…. I do expect to have reached my goal as far as weight loss is concerned. But I’ve still got a ways to go when it comes to things…
I’m just waiting for Hobbeth to get online to beta it. There shouldn’t be much to tweak, I hope. I went back and read an earlier chapter and caught two spelling errors that I hadn’t seen before and used the export/edit function to correct them. Chapter six is well-started at IR:TNP; but we’ve got one writer on vacation, one just home from surgery, one with a blown up computer, and one moving to a new house. Three of these are…
Still haven’t buried poor Peter, though. And I’ve already written more words for this fic than for any other! Need to get started on chapter 23, where we WILL bury poor Peter Riordan, and maybe even have a rescue. Also need to get moving on The White Winds chapter 7, which has had a great start. More research is needed on cross-country running. Sigh. Started the new chapter at IR:TNP. Got to give Janet a push on it before…
My stomach has been upset for a while now and I’m not quite sure why. It could be the aspirin I’ve been taking for my feet, I suppose. They have been giving me a lot of trouble as there has been weather brewing that hadn’t come through until this afternoon, when we had a humdinger of a thunderstorm cell pass by. It was upset quite a bit last night and between it and my feet, I didn’t get to sleep…
Wow! This chapter was very interesting! The boys had been clamoring for a rescue and it took me until last night to figure out that it was the movie-verse boys who were doing it! So today I did some research and came up with a rescue and boy, did it flow! Just came out, word after word! I struggled through the first parts of the chapter and then… boom! It was finished! Now back to Masquerade. And I’m sorry, Becks….
It seemed to take forever, this chapter. But finally it’s up. Not action packed, but lots of little details filled in. My goal is to get poor Peter buried next chapter. I’ve been asked when the next chapter of The White Winds was coming. It’s coming soon. I just have to get a good rescue going here. And then think of one for Masquerade because there has to be one soon. My brain has got to get moving on…
Pictures of The Honorable Addison Kennicot, Senator to the World Congress representing Great Britain (and Lady Penelope’s old school chum) and of Renée Baptiste, IR Agent 38 are up in the Masquerade album. I’ve also added pictures of the other three cats to the Serendipity album as well. And I finally figured out how to edit the captions! It’s about time! Finished the grocery shopping, or so I hope. Mega bucks spent, but all of it needed. I keep…
I came up with this title after I made my lunch. They really do taste strange together. And it’s definitely the jam. Strawberry or blackberry taste better than grape. Hubby’s supposed to have an 8-hour day, and when he gets home, I’ll finish the grocery shopping that I started yesterday. Spend $200 and didn’t get a whole lot to eat. But that will change when I hit Aldi’s today. I’ll drop the menfolk off at the barber’s, or they…
C. sent me a pic today of Brigitte Andersen, known as Agent 87 in my fic, Masquerade. It’s gorgeous! Definitely a girl for John Tracy. She said she’d do one of each of the agents in the story and I can hardly wait to see how the others turn out! Finished off the toffee today, and will return the container with a post-it note of thanks. Hubby thinks that if I write more than that, she’ll feel obligated to make…
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