If all the animals on the equator were capable of flattery, then Thanksgiving and Halloween would fall on the same date.

I've now got two sets of new shoe blisters and my little toes and ankles are all bandaged up.
Aren't you fascinated?
How about this: this morning at work begins with a pumpernickel bagel meeting at which actual pumpernickel bagels are consumed. Kierkegaard is discussed as well but that's too complicated to explain. This afternoon I'm taking the boss to lunch for a Reuben sandwich at a place where the sandwiches are as large as my head, and for tonight I have requested K's fried chicken.
The way I see it, it's a three thousand calorie day.
I only mention it as the clothing I purchased when I began work (exactly three years ago) nearly fits me again. (I got a job, bought go-to-work clothing, lost a pile of weight, plateaued, gained some weight back.) I'd like to not return to that weight from three years ago but with days like this ahead of me it's sure to be a battle.
And the blisters? Make the daily walk kind of rough.
I'll complain about the weather too. It's warm. Too warm. 70 and higher warm. Humid too. I'd very much like to bundle up in a sweater and pull on some tights, thank you.

And it's only Tuesday.