I think we may have escaped Winter mostly unscathed. It's always touch and go mid March, but I'm feeling optimistic.
I went to Water Aerobics this morning and was surprised to find that Alena, the woman who normally teaches, remembered me and greeted me by name. I must be getting popular. Class itself was packed. I got a good work out, I think. As I was getting dressed in the locker room after class, we talked basketball. I checked - yes, I was in the Women's. Since UGA is out of the SEC tourney, I'll stick with Go 'Dores!
After I got home and ran a few little errands, I made some curried cauliflower soup - almost no Weight Watchers points for a large serving, which I ate with gusto. I then went and took a nap. A long one.
I kind of want to go out tonight, and while I've been told I can just invite myself whenever I want, I feel like I'd rather get an occasional invitation and not wear out my welcome. I also figure a few weekends of not going out would be beneficial to wardrobe, wallet and waistline.
As it happens, we've been invited to go to a party in Dalton next weekend, and I think it would behoove us to go. The weekend after that, I'm paying a visit to the tribal elders down in the ATL. I haven't been since Christmas, which is a sign of both what a terrible daughter I am, but more to the point, how awesome things are here.
So after three weeks off the party circuit, perhaps I'll ease back and be right welcome. Of course, I believe that next weekend will be Easter. So maybe it'll be a full month, but again - I went from zero to full throttle this past year - maybe I need a sabbatical.
That said, I'm planning to make a butternut squash risotto for dinner, grill a few little chicken breasts...maybe I'll go to Redbox and get us a little something funny to watch.
I just realized over on the Facebook that this is the night we Spring Forward. The weather certainly allows for it, and I'll admit, I've been waking up way too early this past week, so I suspect I'll adjust perfectly.
And since the risotto has to crock pot for two hours, it's time to get cooking.
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Here's to you, Mrs. Robinson.