So, the great experiment is over. Not Your Average Blogger has packed it in and gone back to his day job.
Well, not back, exactly. He's back at the same company -- our company -- but he's got a new position. One with no daily deadlines and less stress and less money and hopefully more flexibility and more fun.
I'm glad, I guess. Maybe? I'm glad he is doing what he wants. I'm glad he isn't stressing out about every second of his day, like he was at home. (Let this be a lesson kiddies: Success does not breed confidence in the gambling profession.) I'm glad the income is steady and predictable and I can plan ahead somewhat with it.
So far, the only stress I've heard anything about has been mine, what with his wanting to share a parking space and my being back on the "fight traffic to be home before day care closes" bus, and losing my chance to spend more hours in the office so that the people who work for me recognize me on sight, rather than by my email address.
He's been very nice about putting up with me, and he hasn't said a word about what is up in his world.
In other news, I charted my soda intake last week. I am apparently not bad if I am at home, and atrocious if I get sloppy and find my lunch en route to the office. My worst day was 44 ounces. My best day was 12 ounces. So the first step is to find something else to drink when I am lazy about my habits. The second step is to just straight-up stop being lazy and start eating at home before I leave or taking stuff I can eat when I get to work. Finally, dwindling from 12 ounces to 0 at home. I expect that last bit will take a week.
It isn't a glamorous addiction. There are no rehab centers. (Unless you count fat farms. Which I am intrigued by. How do those work? And do the habits persist when you're back in your own house and your husband is snarfing down Cheetos while your son is single-mouthedly keeping peanut butter farmers in business?) On the plus side, there aren't any serious hangovers or withdrawal effects after that first blood sugar headache from hell. So, here goes nothing.
In other other news, my skin care stuff is ... going. I think some of the sun damage is going away, but I can't swear whether that's just twice-a-day scrubbing or actual ointment and unguent effect. Things I know:
This doesn't work. Like, AT ALL.
This doesn't seem to do very much, though it smells nice.
This hurts your eyes when you sweat.
I am on day 8 of this. I will keep you posted.
The only other thing I have to report is that while Netflix online has many, many fine qualities, the lack of subtitles seriously annoys me. And while I hear the 10-second interval fast-forward/rewind button is an innovation, it never stops where I want and is also completely farking annoying. Take a memo, Netflix. Fix these.
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