For the 2nd straight night Haven has left me a present. Not one I'm thankful for. He's pooped right where I normally sit on the couch. Once was accident. Twice is a statement. But I don't know what. All I can figure is he's mad Daisy's been sleeping at the foot of my bed lately. If it happens again tonight I'm going to have to take some drastic measures that may cost me my membership in both PETA and the ASPCA.
I'm hooked on tofu. It only takes 5 minutes to cook it up and today I had chunks in my salad for lunch. What a delicious protein punch!
The numbers continue to be excellent. Tonight I steered away from the Friday night Barley's routine (beer & betting) but still swayed from my perfect diet with a Venti drip with soymilk from Starbucks. It was my first caffeine of any kind since Monday. But it went well John Steinbeck's East of Eden, the greatest novel of the 20th Century, which I'm reading for I think at least the 6th time. Some people have comfort foods, I have comfort books. What guilty pleasures Starbucks & Steinbeck. It doesn't get any better on a Friday night in Las Vegas. Now if I can just get that terrorist cat straightened out...
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