So. I get cranky when I don’t get a walk in the morning. Yes, that would be today.

If Selma and I remember to make the bed (a thing we got from Gretchen), everything about the rest of the day is better. Even though that makes no sense.

If someone says “really, there’s no sugar in here”, it’s good to smile, say thank you and NOT try it. Because if there is sugar or honey or agave or something (and usually there is), my head will explode the next nine hours are shot to hell. It’s so not worth it.

All this?

Information for the big book of me.