On tonight’s menu:

Roasted pork tenderloin with a honey mustard glaze

home-made mashed potatoes

biscuits

sweet tea

All cooked to perfection by Chez Sarah. (God willing.)

Special thanks to Philippe for 1) being french and having a sexy name and 2) restoring my blogspirit banner, which seemed to be beyond my capabilities this morning.  Looks lovely, dahling!

So Charlie lunged at a jogger last night.  I think we’re done trying to self-discipline and are now looking for the experts.  Bryan used to work with some guy who was a K-9 Search and Rescue thingie, so he’s gonna email him today.  I’m excited because I love well-behaved dogs.

Work really sucks when there’s so much insecurity.  No one knows what their job will be tomorrow, if they still have one, so no work is getting done.  And it’s very hard to blame them.  It makes for a tense workplace.

I didn’t realize how incredibly stressed I was last week until Bryan rubbed my back on Friday.  I always carry all of my stress in my lower back, and he could barely knead anything.  After he had tried for a bit, I felt worlds better.  I haven’t slept well in a long time, though.  Too much stress.

Delle said I can be excited.  So if she says it’s okay, it’s okay.  I get a little flutter everytime I think about it.  So much to do!

Life is good.