Time for bed. Start a new schedule tomorrow. It's better than what I have been working which had no weekends off. Now I'll be 12p-9p M-F. Either way it kindof stinks. Just glad to have a job when so many people are out of work.

Didn't actually eat supper. Had about 1/2 cup of grits because that's all I could really stand. I haven't felt too great since my son, James, told me that he and his girlfriend are moving out next Friday. I didn't really appreciate the way he let me know. It hurt my feelings but I'm sure he just didn't know how to approach it with me. He knows I don't want him to leave yet. I just don't think he is ready. He's 22 but he has about a year to go before he isn't an apprentice any longer. I just want him to stay home until he is truly ready and has his finances all in order.

At least I didn't go fix a pan of brownies or eat a pint of ice cream. I handled this pretty well by just eating the grits for supper. I don't understand why my appetite is affected by my emotions so much. It's just ridiculous!