Not Wednesday
It seems I told everyone via my phone message that yesterday was Tuesday.

This is the fault of my sophisticated European Dubout cat calendar. In which the week starts on Monday, in French, rather than on Sunday. I know, of course, the French names for the days of the week, but not in the automatic fashion in which I recognise the English ones. So the "third day over" still always looks like Tuesday to me.

But today is Thursday. Ingrid's day (St. Ingrid?) according to the calendar. Good. That means tomorrow is Friday.

Today's weight: 127.5 pounds. Temperature: 97.4?F.

A. and I did a brisk walk of thirty minutes or so; he didn't want to run because he felt dyspeptic. There's been a water warning for the area just immediately south and east of us (where they're doing a great deal of road construction, which has stirred up bacteria) so we've been boiling our drinking water (we're out of bottled, and can't at the moment afford more). He, of course, blames the water. He drank a lot before I told him about the news article. I suspect it may have more to do with the fact that he's been hard at work on the bathroom, and has, therefore, eaten nothing but crap for the past three or four days -- large amounts of it.

Today is a higher-carb day for me. Eaten, or planned, thus far:
one, 3 oz chicken with bacony flavour goodness; 1/3 cup buckwheat pancake mix with 2 tablespoons egg sub, 1/4 cup soymilk, eaten with 2 tablespoons sugar-free jam, 2 tablespoons (or so) tofu cream, a bit of sugar-free pancake syrup on the ones with no jam. Coffee (tsk!) with just a small spoonful sugar-free vanilla coffee mix in it (tsk! tsk!).

two, pumpkin ryecake with chocolate Jello pudding mix (mixed up with more tofu cream).

three, 1.5 cups green beans, 1 ounce grape tomatoes, with balsamic vinegar, savoury, garlic; 2 slices Ezekiel bread, can of tuna, 2 tablespoons Pindjur.

Heigh-ho.