#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller

This is the second day of sunshine in a row! Whoopee!!!
(Although I did hear a nasty rumor that it might snow AGAIN this weekend.)

As I mentioned yesterday, my good friend and agent, Irene Goodman, is due to arrive for a visit today. I’m SO excited.

I weigh in tonight, at Weight Watchers, and I’m expecting a good result, since I’ve been on program and even managed to eat wisely on the road. Have you seen those new steaming bags from Glad? They’re neat. Simply Steaming, I think they’re called. In any case, you just pop in some broccoli or whatever else you want to steam, toss them in the microwave, and bingo. Healthy, fresh vegetables cooked to perfection, with zero grease. (I do want to caution you about steaming fish, however. I tried the bags with salmon, and the filet blew up inside the bag. :) Probably my fault.)

The cool thing is, I don’t even feel as though I’m on a diet. For me, Weight Watchers is easy. I don’t know why I ever quit–I think I’ve hit goal something like four or five times. :) I write down what I’m going to eat the next day, in my food journal, every night. I usually have alternatives, with similar point values, but this is the best trick I’ve learned in a very long time. I don’t have to think about food–it’s right there in the food journal. I also use a salad plate instead of a full-sized one–and I have a glass of wine nearly every night. This, as the WW people used to say, is living!

I’ve got seven ATCs completed and stashed in the special holder I bought for them. Mine are often three-dimensional, with a polymer clay image transfer in them somewhere. Fun! I love it when the UPS man shows up with another box of supplies. And I am madly in love with my scanner. :)

I’m rambling all over the place, here, but you might as well know, if you haven’t guessed already, that that’s the way my mind works. The Firefly Syndrome. :)

More tomorrow.

Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’…

For you youngsters, those are the first three words of Frankie Lane’s song, “Rawhide”. Back in the day–when Clint Eastwood was a relative unknown. :)

This week, I’ve had an unusually hard time keeping ‘them doggies’ (pronounced with a long O) rollin’! I putter. I write. I play slot machines. I’ve stayed on the WW program and shed the ‘airplane weight’. I just don’t seem to be very focused, though.

I’ve decided to let that be okay, since I can’t seem to change it.

Tomorrow, my agent, Irene Goodman, will arrive for a fun visit and some meetings. We’re going to hang out at the lake house. We’re very good friends, as well as long-time business colleagues, and we always have fun together.

I’ve done some nifty ATCs, a few keepers. I’m still trying to figure out a way to post them so you can see.

Back to work. I left Dylan in a VERY precarious situation. :)

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