Sunday, July 15, 2011.
Foodlessness. The Family Reforms.
A poor eating day, the kind I should have more often. My routine breakfast was followed eight hours later by a slice of old pizza from the freezer. And that was it. Eating like this is how I lost all that weight last year.
The Marys returned from the West Coast tonight after midnight, exerting a strange gravitational pull in the day. Meanwhile, the rain returned in the form lengthy thunderstorms overnight and later in the day. They got lucky: it was all over by touchdown time. We were home at about one-thirty. Good thing I got most of tomorrow's work finished before I picked them up. I don't write well after just five or six hours of sleep.
