Oh, dear, I didn't weigh this morning, and by now I've had a whole day's food. Will weigh tomorrow.
It's been a busy week, culminating in the final hand-off of my mother's house to the new buyer. It was a bumpy task, and included the buyers' inspector finding a broken sewer pipe that needed to be addressed at the last minute to the tune of nine thousand dollars, but the sewer repair company did their job fast, and the closing was on time. It was a lovely day and I even had a nice talk with the new buyer. She's young and energetic, and enthusiastic about a cottage built during WWII that is still a lot of what it was then. I think she'll like it. (And if not, I guess I don't want to know! It took three months of my life to get it ready to go.)
Now it's time to get unpacking our own boxes, from our house sale in May. I feel for my husband and son, who have been living a "mostly furnished but halfway-camping" life. Our bedrooms and closets have been organized and unpacked for a while, but not the living room, pantry, kitchen and garage. What a job it will be. Luckily, we live on a corner where if you put something out marked "free," it's gone in a half an hour. I'm counting on that!
I'll write in when I get my weight tomorrow. Not holding out lots of hope I've lost weight, but maybe if lucky I haven't gained.