HAPPY SWAMPY DAY!!! You old fart! Don’t tell anyone else, but you’re my favorite Mumper. 
My sister always brings a crockpot full of something and plugs it in, but then she doesn’t have a 3 hour drive. Dunno how a crock wrapped in towels or something insulating would hold its heat for that long.
That’s kinda what I thought. But I’ll give it a rest for a while and consider my options. Meanwhile, I’ll get most of my tresses hacked off today and hope that the stylist can do something to make it look like I have some volume without having to resort to some product. I hate fussing with my hair, and I won’t do it. I figure my only alternative is layers. And if I hate it, it’ll eventually grow out…
Last night was a weird one. I swear, I woke every hour like clockwork for no apparent reason. I finally gave up around 3:30 and finished reading my book. Now I’m up, caffeinating, and thinking about having breakfast. The Great Clips doesn’t open till 9 and I intend to be first in line. Then I’ll go to Aldi for eggs and apples and whatever else I decide to get.
I did regain some poundage on the cruise - I did well the first week or so, then gave up avoiding desserts. I confess, I have a serious sweet tooth. But now I’m home in control of portions and offerings and as expected, I’ve had the typical early mega-drop. With luck, I’ll break even in a couple of weeks, then continue apace. FCD only gained 2# and some of his clothes are literally falling off. We need to do a closet purge for him. He gets blood drawn today and I’m hoping his blood sugar numbers have dropped appreciably. And he sees his doc next week, so fingers crossed.
Today and tomorrow, we’re promised mid-90s, then Saturday, they’re calling for mid-70s. That’s just beyond weird. But maybe I’ll be able to open some windows overnight - the house is just a tad stale.
Speaking of the house, Casey supposedly gave it a big cleaning before she left - Daughter told me as much. Obviously her definition of clean isn’t the same as mine. But then I remember going to her house back when the kids were little, and her mom wasn’t much for tidy. Other than stripping the beds and dusting, I can’t tell that Casey did much of anything.
The stovetop and some counters had stuff stuck on them. Granted it’s hard to see, but quite easy to feel. There was something that looked like chocolate stuck on the kitchen faucet. The divider between the kitchen sinks had gunk on it. Maybe she ran the vacuum, maybe not - hard to tell with Ziva. But she definitely didn’t clean the kitchen floor or the guest bathroom floor. And, frankly, I’m a little nervous about the state of the dishes she washed, tho I haven’t seen any evidence of hardened food on forks.
Bear in mind, I didn’t expect her to do any of those things - well, I might have expected to counters to be wiped down after use. But Daughter made a big deal about how Casey was going to clean the house to impress me. I’m not the Happy Homemaker by any means, but I’m supposed to praise her and it’s really difficult to get beyond “Thanks for keeping our house and cat safe.” She did trim the dead leaves out of some of my houseplants and I mentioned that. And I paid her.
Anyways, Happy Tuesday! I need breakfast!