Yesterday, Wednesday, Jen, Wendy and I attended our Weight Watchers meeting, as usual.  I’m down 1.4 pounds, I’m happy to say.  Since I started exercising in earnest, I’ve been doing a lose-gain-lose kind of thing.  Fortunately, I am a WW veteran, so I understand the phenom.  (Which is not to say it didn’t frustrate me sometimes.)  I’m determined to keep on riding my stationary bike every day, however–I love the way it makes me feel.

After the meeting, we carvanned it downtown to have lunch at O’Dougherty’s Pub–I might be misspelling the name–where I thoroughly enjoyed a steaming bowl of

Or, more likely, rain.    (Drat!  I do love meatballs.)

The Spokane sky seems threadbare, mostly gray, with only flimsy patches of blue showing through here and there.  Reminds me of a favorite pair of jeans, so often washed and worn, so long loved and lived in, that the fabric is nearly transparent.

In short, I’m content to think quiet thoughts today, and do quiet things.  Like writing, or reading, or maybe musing over an art project.

One of the many things I love about living in this part of Washington State is the marked difference between one season and the