And so it continues.
Thanks to everyone for their supportive comments. I probably came off as a wee bit dramatic, but really I was gutted by the news when I heard it Thursday night.
Luckily, I haven't drowned my sorrows in a vat of eggnog, or buried my disappointment in an avalanche of Christmas cookies.
That's something, at least.
I was aided by a very busy yesterday at work that had me out in the cold all day, and then hanging out in a coffee shop in Brooklyn. That really could have been trouble. Lots of baked goods.
I survived though. The only things that passed my lips were 2 boiled eggs and a fruit cup in the morning, and a crappy, really foul warm chicken sandwich in the afternoon (the sign said 500 calories -- but I dunno for sure).
Dinner was on plan last night too.
So far so good. Picking up the pieces. Handling the family insanity.
Please let this all be over soon.
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