Self-pitying whine; skip if you have a low threshold for boredom.

Well, not really; just that I have no tolerance for frustration.

In fact, I don't even want to bother wasting bandwidth typing about this whole potty-training thing. I will just have a psychotic episode, and bore even myself.

I have gone and worked out the last two days, and plan to at least walk today. I thought perhaps it would help my mood, but whatever beneficial effect it has had emotionally has been canceled out by the abovementioned. However, I will keep it up, because at least *physically* I feel better, and it may help re-kickstart my stagnating weight loss efforts. I've gotten back, too, to keeping track of what I eat; I had gotten quite slack about it in recent weeks, so that probably will make a difference too.

Tonight we're going to leave Emily at Gretchen's house (well, this afternoon); go up to Cleveland to the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, then out somewhere nice in the area to eat. Our anniversary is Monday (13 years), but Saturday was when we had childcare available; besides, it's too much hassle to try and go do something major on a "school" night.

Then tomorrow we're going to a party (with Emily) at Dr. W's house. His wife teaches the middle-school level English classes at the Montessori where Emily will be in preschool (IF she ever gets the hang of this potty stuff), and I'm also in her book club (which reminds me, I hope she's returned the book by now...)

Anyway, that's about it. Monday Zoe will finally find out when she has the surgery -- my sister has an aneurysm in a brain vessel and will be having it repaired/closed off, so as to avoid her dropping dead from a brain bleed. I have a hard time even talking about it; the possibility of losing her is just unimaginable. The surgery is quite risky too, so that just adds to the fun.

I feel like there's a lot of catch-up I have to do in this blog. I thought perhaps it would be therapeutic in the way a journal was, but I find myself very much writing for an audience, and so I feel like I have to make sure they know what and who I'm talking about. I don't know why, because there are only four people who know it exists, and while I don't care if it is read by others, I am not planning to promote it either. I need to just get over it, write it like a journal, and if anyone has questions, they can just ask, I guess.

I think I'm just too lazy and distracted right now -- Jon and Emily are downstairs and we're trying to keep the potty momentum going and I feel like I have to keep checking. It's a lot easier to write once she's asleep.