Another This And That

Well, Ms. Moon, how's the Zepbound-assisted weight loss going? 

Funny you should ask. I was just thinking about that very thing. 
It's going well. Slowly, slowly, but consistently. I continue to suffer few, if any side-effects except that I'm losing my hair but hey! Who needs hair? 
Sigh.
Can't complain. Won't complain. 
I'm learning something about myself as I go about this business which is that I have body dysmorphia and of course, I've always had it. Being 71 rather than 17 hasn't changed a thing. One moment I can feel almost sylph-like, while an hour later I can feel like a heifer. 
"Heifer" is a thing a friend of mine in nursing school used to call almost everyone. It was a term of endearment and not a description of appearance but in this case, I am using it as a pejorative. I logically KNOW that I am neither sylph-like or heifer-sized and actually, just about at a highish normal weight for a woman of my age and stature. So am I done trying to lose more? No. And why? BECAUSE I WANT TO WEAR MY SKIRTS! 
I have several skirts that I love so much I was not able to throw them out and I was not a skinny woman when I wore them so I think this is doable and not an unhealthy idea. And I am still eating plenty and getting what I think is good nutrition so all is well. And trust me- the weight loss is going in very, very slow increments. I am in no danger of suddenly keeling over from malnutrition. 

So that's that. Glen and I sold a house today. Don't get excited. It was a technicality involving Lily's house and she's the one who now owns it so that's very good. She had to wait until certain parts of the divorce settlement were, well, settled and fulfilled and that time has come. While we were at the attorney's office, we asked a few questions about how we need to proceed with estate planning because we have got to get that done. 

Yesterfuckingday, as Lis would say. 

Oh my goodness but it is complex. Anyway, the process has begun and we shall make our way through it. And any time I start getting anxious about it, I just think, Well, we shall do the best we can and when we die, we'll be dead and it won't matter to us anymore."
But I've just seen how inheritance shit can rip apart a family and the very last thing on earth I want to do is cause rifts in my children's relationships with each other because the way they love and respect each other is the thing that probably makes me happier than anything else on earth. 
Hopefully, if we cross all our T's and dot all our I's, it will all work out. 
I did love how the attorney kept saying, "Now. Should you die..."
I really do not believe we are immortal so yes, let's plan on that contingency, shall we? 

I've made Glen's cookies. I could do this in my sleep. 

They are so perfectly imperfect in their sizes and shapes. When I watch The Great British Bake Off and the contestants are asked to create four or ten or a dozen whatevers that are equal in size and shape, I realize that's one more reason I'll never be on that show. 
There are a lot of reasons but that's a main one. Well, that and I'm not British. 

I believe that each and every baked good should have the opportunity to be exactly who and what they are. Right? Thank you very much, Paul Hollywood. A home kitchen is NOT a factory. 

Mr. Moon is doing his final packing and I think he's going to have to get up about 3:30 a.m. to make it to the airport two hours before his flight, as they say you should. 
Phew. Better him than me. 

I'll let you go now. Really. I'm serious. Get on with your bad self. 
We'll talk tomorrow. 

Love...Ms. Moon