We took Dad to the drive-in for Father's Day. He declared that his "earthling cheeseburger" and chocolate malt were better than even the best food that he gets at the assisted living facility! While I don't totally believe that, (we've eaten there with him several times, and the food is good!) I believe that everything tastes a little better when it's eaten outdoors, and with family.

I spent time on and off over the weekend being a little stressed out about the saga of the house™ stuff, and kept reminding myself to just roll with it, and things will work out. At the very very end of the weekend (literally.. I got an email at 11:55pm), came a word of some potential hope/support. I'm still thinking that it'll be option B coming to pass, but at least I'm not going into it blind.

And seriously, when this is all behind me it's going into the book. Gah.

I'm reading a book about micro-resolutions. Baby steps to making big changes.. essentially, don't try to make huge sweeping changes all at once ("I'm going to be totally organized and lose 30 pounds!"). Instead, pick one small, very targeted thing and change that. Like, committing to go to the gym two days a week. You can always GO more, but for sure you're going those two days. Or not having that snack right after work. You can snack other times, but not at THAT particular time. It totally makes sense to me, and it's stuff that I've been doing already (see: really, you can only eat Milano cookies when you are on vacation. heh.) It's very interesting.

Whoops. Gotta go.