When I opened my eyes again, it was still dark. My TV remote was right beside me, but I couldn't see it. Isn't it funny how we often miss what is right in front of us? I'm guessing it was about four 'o'clock. I never went back to sleep. Mom likes to have her oatmeal and read the paper, so part of me felt like I was taking away the little time she makes for herself. I spent the morning reading and eating more of my favourite cranberry oatmeal cookies baked fresh by Mom. I honestly ate about a dozen. At least the cookies were made with love. I feel the love and my girth expanding.
I read more of Why Weight. It's more like a workbook, but it does hit home. Sometimes home is exactly where I feel I need to be.
Dad drove to Brantford to pick up a crib for his new grandchild. I can remember when the Observer's parents picked up a crib for the Observer's niece before she was born. The Observer stayed home, but I talked to him while his parents were out. Mom and I were worried about him driving in the snow. He made it home safely. I'm staying another night. Once I'm home, I feel happy and my belly is always full of love-infused food.