I got up and took Beatrice for a walk at 7 a.m. I fell asleep again in the late morning, causing me to miss church. I woke up from a dream in which I was riding in an airliner. The cabin turned mostly upside down, a flight attendant announced we were going to land in a junk yard outside Dallas, and then I woke up. I was pleased that it was only a dream.
I went at two p.m. to Weight Watchers. I weighed in at below my goal weight. This means I have lost 83 pounds since the first day I attended Weight Watchers. This is the third time I have hit goal weight. I went for two years to achieve the latest thirty-eight pound loss.
The goal weight day also was the day they closed our Sunday at 2:00 p.m. meeting for at least the Summer. I will have to either try a different location in McKinney for an afternoon meeting, or go to the 9:30 a.m. session. The same leader leads both sessions, so it's just a matter of how I wish to schedule.
I did a little internet research and learned that Weight Watchers is hemmoraghing members. The on-line tools are giving it competition, though it, too, has a good app. I will miss our leader, who was a nice person. I hope she comes back someday and they reinstate Sunday afternoons in Plano.
I grabbed a slice of pizza at Market Street, along with a half pint of fruit and a banana. Then my wife and I went to Men's Warehouse. My suits are too large right now, a bit like David Byrne's suit in the movie "Stop Making Sense". An expert helper in a somewhat flamboyant suit fitted me out in good order.
I watched the movie "The Hunger Games" tonight for the first time. I liked it.
When I was watching television, I heard loud, rhythmic sound. It persisted for a few minutes. I wondered about it, and then I heard Beatrice give out a little sigh. I ran outdoors to make sure she was okay.
She was okay. She had trapped a little rodent in the rain gutter, and the beating was the sound of her feet and the rodent's feet on the metal. After a bit of coaxing, I got her indoors, allowing the rodent to make a getaway. This happened before, years ago, but our more elderly dog is less critter-obsessed these days. But she still has, apparently, a bit of hunt left in her.
I worked on a client matter tonight as well. I wish I had gotten a bit more personal paperwork done this weekend, but I will remedy that this week.