Bobbi asked if I would be joining her for brekkie this morning, but I demurred, grabbing a cup of yogurt* from the fridge, instead.
The smell of bacon was too enticing, and unlike yesterday, when I had to force myself to nibble three or four teeny bites off a Chik-fil-A sammich for lunch, I was ravenous.
I ate slowly and carefully.
So far, so good.
Meanwhile, it's 9°F out there! (That's almost thirteen below in metric degrees!) That's the coldest recorded temperature of the year so far!
Actually, it's going to wind up the lowest temp since February of '11, what with the winter of '11-'12 being such a wet firecracker.
*Dreaming Cow vanilla-agave flavor. Recommend. I mean, if you're into yogurt, which roomie definitely is not. "When milk does that, we throw it out!" she says.