Happy Dance!

Boy, I've never been so happy to write "the end" as I am, knowing my trips to Cameron Park are finished.  Oh, there will be follow-up visits, but I'm done with the daily grind.  Woot woot!

Wanting to get another onerous task out of the way, I stopped on the way home and did grocery and miscellaneous shopping at Wally World ("Vacation," 1983, Chevy Chase, Beverly D'Angelo), aka Walmart.  This losing weight business is getting expensive.  Not too long ago, I'd bought a new pair of jeans a size smaller because the old pair no longer fit (happy dance!).  Then I started having to cinch my belt up another notch, until I ran out of notches.  I got the clue I needed a smaller pant size still when I unbuckled the belt but hadn't unbuttoned or unzipped and the darned jeans slithered down to my ankles.  I'm just grateful my belt didn't break in public.  I now have another new pair of jeans.

I'd thought Betty might have just been suffering anxiety from being moved, but it seems she truly wants to be "besties" as she continues to beg to be held.  She makes it a bit difficult for me to get in through the gate with a full container of water in both hands and Betty is doing her best to get to me.  Chickens have an extensive vocabulary.  Betty has a high-pitched peep when she's asking for a lift, and a much lower satisfied trill when she's being cuddled.

And what am I going to do with all my free time, now that I will have free time?  Nothing.  I plan on doing a lot of nothing because it is getting hot, really hot again.  I will do my happy dance this morning before the sun comes up.  The end.