Way more personal than I expected when I started writing

I'm feeling downright frisky today. Last week, the temps were in the high 80s-low 90s, now it's more like 70-ish, which for me is downright divine! At the same time, the humidity has dropped like a rock, so I've been drinking just as much as when I was sweating my butt off.

Speaking of the lack of butt, yesterday at church I got compliments from all of my cronies as to my weight loss. It's maybe, five pounds since they saw me last, which at my size isn't a vast percentage, IMO. They were all quite firm that it wasn't just what I was wearing (brown tank with brown sequins and bugle beads at the neckline, brown leggings, black flats and a stretchy brown jacket printed with sparkly metallic copper vines and leaves).

Don't get me wrong: I'm working at shaving a few pounds off, and it's nice to get compliments...it just tends to freak me out when people comment on my real or perceived weight loss. A lot of times, I've gotten compliments like that when I *know* I haven't lost weight, to the point that I've developed a theory. I'm tall---5'10"---and I think people "forget", if they haven't seen me in a while, just how tall I am---so when they *do* see me, their minds play tricks---they remember that I'm fat, but because they didn't remember how tall, they're convinced that something is different and that it must me my weight because they know I didn't magically get five inches taller. That's my theory, anyway.

( There's a great deal more...rambling and maybe triggering, I don't know. Read at your own risk. )

Monday evening

Went walking with Ang this evening--a half-hour strolling around the village---the weather was lovely, the company was good. We're planning to do it again Wednesday evening---walk downtown---then, on Saturday, I'm going to introduce her to a trail I know. It should be fun---I'm just dreading the time change, when it'll be getting dark by 5:30.

Got to wear my Chocolate Souffle shirt, which has been languishing in my closet for many months because it's been too danged hot to wear 3/4 sleeves. Please, please, let this glorious weather last!

Sat through Heroes and Trauma. The former had me mildly paralyzed---OMG, Zach Quinto in a plaid shirt and jeans! Can you hit my kinks ANY harder?! (No, that's not a spoiler---it's a warning for folks with weak hearts!) And during Trauma, I combined lusting after Rabbit with a little diy, namely opening a very squashed pillow, pulling the stuffing out and shredding it back to fluffiness and sewing it back up. I'm hoping it'll work well enough to save me $8 on a new one.

Have finally found a beta for my Come As You're Not fic---woohoo! It's A) a fandom I haven't written in before and B) schmoop, which is also not my thing. Okay, it's schmoop for me. It may turn out to be like my version of crack!fic, where I have people nodding like zombies and agreeing that of course Bobby is God, it makes perfect sense. (Should I be selling used cars, do you think?)