Moving along

The possibility of bugs in the house makes me a tad neurotic. I've been busy vacuuming and vacuuming and vacuuming. In between I'm washing towels and sheets and quilts and spraying some surfaces. I'm also wearing a rut between my apartment and the dumpster as I empty my vacuum and get rid of anything I can that might be a flea carrier -- except Annabel of course!

Actually the way I understand it, is that she will attract fleas and then they will die on her now that the vet has doused her in some kind of flea insecticide.

I have also introduced a small humidifier/mister that may help with winter dryness. 

My new lifestyle has made me more conscious of how I feel and whether that is from losing weight, or eating healthier, or getting more exercise I have no idea, so I don't want to take any chances of ruining that.

Everything seems to have changed.

How I look and feel. How my apartment looks and feels. My closet is paring down to the essentials, as are my drawers. My refrigerator is filled with fresh vegetables and my counters are covered in avocados. Somehow I even have more floor space, although how that can be I don't understand, but I could put another substantial chair in here now.

Tonight I am going out for dinner for the second time to an unknown place, but the menu looks like I will be able to maintain my current diet there and afterwards we are going to see The Post.

Now, as long as I am able to skate home on the ice afterwards all will be well!