So far, I have covered "make a fresh pot of coffee" and "surf the internet".

Both of which I did often while I was gainfully employed.

I need to work on this "lady of leisure" thing. (Which, in my head, I pronounce as "lay-ZHUR-eye-ay", thank you, Eddie Izzard.)

This will all change when the mail gets here; I am waiting for that final paycheck, and then will have to run some errands. Until then, I will let myself enjoy the peace and quiet of a childfree house. Seriously, I don't think I've spent a day without kids in over a year. No "can I haves", no "don't touch", no babies eating dog food or third graders having stomping hissy fits, no backtalk, no diapers, no dog carpet-sharking for crumbs. It's kind of awesome.

My feet are cold; I have two pairs of slippers, and can only find one from each. Which would be okay, except one is a purple handknit one my mom made for me and the other is a black Isotoner-type that I bought to wear toward the end of my pregnancy last year. It would just look...weird. Though my bare floors are chilly enough I am beginning to not worry about it and am seriously starting to ponder throwing them on anyway. Who's going to see me? The mailman? I am already in clothes that are too big, why should I care about mismatched slippers?

That is the worst thing about losing weight, I am discovering; the clothes. I do not want to buy new things every time I go down a size, but things are hanging on me and I still look huge. (Well, I suppose by most standards I amstill huge, but not as huge as I used to be, is my point.) It's okay, though, it will all be worth it next year when I hit my goal...which is size 12. I don't even have a real weight in mind; a general area, perhaps, but the size 12 is pretty firmly fixed in my mind. I will never be willowy and thin, and I am okay with that. I am 35 years old and have borne two children; I don't think I could be a size 8 again if I wanted to. (Well, I could, but it might not be especially healthy-looking.) My main goal is just to be able to not afford to buy clothes in regular stores again; it would be nice to find nothing flattering to wear in a much wider variety.

All right. The coffee has really kicked in, and now I am eyeing up my surroundings, wondering how best they might be purged of clutter. Time to shut down the laptop and get moving.