I was going to be a good little Catholic (or in my case, ex-quasi-Catholic) yesterday and not eat meat but since so many people apparently took Good Friday OFF, there was no sushi at the hospital cafeteria and the salad bar was out of lettuce. So I had to buy a pre-made grilled chicken salad. And now this morning finds me at Job #1 for 3 hours so that I can do my coworker who'll be in late a favor and the quickest thing I could think of this morning to grab was a piece of that 3-lb. cinnamon roll that was easily microwaved and consumed on the drive in to work. I am hoping that does not count b/c even my most stringent fellow Lent-er, my other coworker, said she doesn't count "muffins" and stuff like that as a "sweet." She gives up sweets every year and she has a key lime pie waiting in the fridge for tomorrow. Not bad, but I'm still partial to my cupcakes!
I changed my mind, I don't think I'm going on patrol tomorrow. Sleeping late is one of the things I look forward to most on weekends and since I had to be up early this a.m. and after this stressful past week--more stressful than most, with like, 4-5 major stressors attacking my well-being--I just want to sleep in tomorrow, go to the movies with S, eat my cupcakes and a good meal, plus get a good walk/run in. I'll patrol next Sunday instead. Always, always, always watching out for my mental health!!!
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