Mom and Bill went to Indy for a doctor appointment.

Original thought:
—  Yay!  I can sneak out to the gym from 7 to noon without worry of being caught or interrupted.
Second thought that came to me while I was attempting to sleep:
—  Why do that to yourself?  You’ve been to the gym every day this week and will go on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.   Why not give your knees a day off from the cardio?  Why push your luck?

This time — this one shining time — my mind talked me out of doing something that I already decided upon and could have gotten away scot-free.  This is exceedingly unusual and the other little voice in side of my head thought about putting up an opposition, but the snow on the truck was a deciding factor.
—  If the snow was disturbed from the truck, mom would known I had gone out without cause.  She would, naturally, suspect the gym and I’d have to lie and deny her accusations.

So, I stayed in and relentlessly did housework for about four hours.  You know, it’s the kind that’s not appreciated like sweeping, mopping, cleaning out the fridge, and the countertops.  I did a lot more than that, but it didn’t leave a bleach-y smell. I guess in the world of cleaning, if you can’t smell it, it wasn’t done.

I cleaned, at least a little, in every room of the house save my bedroom.  My room, formerly my brother’s, with Quaker rice cake crumbs on the floor and an overloaded desk.  In here, a sanitation wipe was not seen nor used.

—  Is this what Mrs. Merriam met when I place others above myself?

Yes, cereal is on my mind, but not in my stomach.   I haven’t had any since yesterday and I’m trying to desperately keep it that way, but it’s hard.   I’m simply amazed at how hard it is.  Why can’t I obsess over spinach leaves or something?  Why cereal?  %(#($% eating disorder.