I guess the new routine of me making breakfasts is keeping him quiet. He made supper-thinking that lamb chops where pork chops-he didnt read the label-I had labled the baggie. Still hasn't done the dishes-guess I'll be doing them when I get home tonight. I am getting home about 1 1/2 hours later than normal. I am trying a new bus route tonight to see if at least I can sit down all the way home. If not, I will be walking up a hill for the last bit-might as well, waiting for the bus, just to stand, isn't worth it. I slept a little later since he is working from home and didn't get up with me for breakfast-but I still made miyself eggs-scrambled with cheese and tea. It keeps me full till lunch. I will be trying a different place for lunch today-don't know where, but somewhere.

Life goes on. I need to get to sleep earlier tonight. I woke up to a soaked bed-night sweats. I hate them.

I got a new Roman's catalog yesterday. Went through it last night-hubby wants to buy me new clothes (yes I need some-but I know what I want and I don't want elastic waist jeans thank you) I circled and arrowed everything that I was interested in. I know he won't like some of it. But I have gone with bits and pieces for several years and if I keep this job, and even if I don't, I need to update my wardrobe. At least twice a year we get him sevearl pairs of pants and several (5-6) shirts. I get one or two shirts and may be a pair of pants here and there. I am wearing pants that are 6 years old. I remember when I got them. Yes, my clothes last, but they are starting to get a little worn. Not to mention style change.