He’s going to be heartbroken when she leaves.


I went to work this morning, but my boss sent me home and told me to come back next week after we’ve settled things around here. So … I took advantage of my dressed (out of pajamas) state and convinced everyone to go out to lunch. At 11am.

It really wasn’t too hard.

Jon ordered Arepas – grilled cornmeal cakes with herbed goat cheese stuffing, avocado, molcajete sauce – spinach and boniato on the side.

I wish I had taken my camera, but whatever. It was a fun lunch.

I ordered Torta Puerco – braised pork shoulder, crushed tomato salsa, bacon, jack cheese, and lettuce on a bolillo roll w/boniato chips.

We split some desserts, too.

Pastel de Tres Leches – vanilla sponge cake w/sweet milk and whipped cream frosting.

And churros (plus chocolate sauce).

I wish I could say I’m not concerned about my weight, but the anxiety is starting to creep back – as always. I’m at 184.5 – so generally right where I usually am (though 2 pounds higher than I’ve been all month) – but we’ve been living on pizza and cookies and ice cream and rotisserie chickens and easy stuff. I’m sure it’s going to catch up with me.

I need to exercise if for nothing more than stress relief, but I just haven’t.

Jon has been so sweet.

I know I’m feeling irrational, but damn. It can all be gone in the blink of an eye.