Tonight's Criminal Minds ended with a quote from my favorite Robert Frost poem. In high school, I memorized a lot of his poems. I remember meeting someone who knew Frost personally in English class. It wasn't really surprising, Howard Frank Mosher used to teach at the high school I went to. My high school English teacher - Garrett Keizer, another published writer - knew Mosher from working with him if nothing else.
Food was on plan today, if a bit light because I really didn't feel hungry most of the day. Food tasted odd to me. Too rich or too salty. About the only thing that tasted normal was my salad. I may switch back to day 2 tomorrow to see if it was just a fluke.
I didn't walk the stairs this afternoon, I got too busy. Not a big deal since it was extra walking anyway.
I'm wanting to go to bed a bit early tonight. Laterness & g'night.
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