One room down

I've been sitting here trying to come up with something worth saying for I don't know how long.

My shins hurt from standing up unpacking all the dining room boxes and arranging Mom's huge china cabinet and her hutch. Then I hung an arrangement of plates on the wall. That's about it for the day.

This week, I was ready to break my chocolate fast of two and a half years. I hate half a fudge tart from Collin Street Bakery today. I'm not even sure that counted as real chocolate. It didn't really taste it. They weren't fresh. It might have been better if had been cooked today. I don't think I'm going to count that against my "I haven't had chocolate in two and a half years" statement. Two bites? Seriously? I don't think so.

I'm about to read. I'm ready to just sit down and watch TV and read. I don't know when the last time I really did that was. Been on the go or in front of the computer too much lately. Maybe I'll be able to post a book review tomorrow.