8:15a Morning Pages ~ Mount Pleasant, SC
I explored around Charleston yesterday. Took a 6.5 mile walk through Laurel Hill trails in the county park. It was overcast and muggy, but pretty with the dirt path covered in fallen leaves. I had lunch and an IPA flight at Holy City brewery, as Outback did not open until 4p.
I drove around downtown Charleston – saw the market, the park, the French Quarter and shopping districts. I meandered through Sullivan’s Island and saw the beach at Isle of Palms. Charleston proper reminds me of RVA – cramped and run down, albeit historic. It would be a nice place to visit, but I would not want to live there.
Mount Pleasant, on the other hand, was totally cute – reminded me of Vero. I could see myself here. Returned for a cup of coffee before continuing south today.
The idea was that I could check out Savannah, Jacksonville, and even St. Augustine. All might be viable options for me. The problem is, the farther I travel south, the farther I am from Richmond. If I go too far, I run the risk of Edward not being up for joining me.
The question is whether I make this decision for me or for him?
To be honest, I have not fallen in love with Charleston. I would only move here as a compromise, to be near my heartstrings, and that doesn’t feel right.
It’s hard not to be anxious to make a decision. I am ready to know where I belong and how I will be able to support myself. But I also feel that until I hold that baby and spend some time in Florida with the family, I just can’t know how I will be affected and what I will really want. Maybe I will not want to be close, or maybe I will want to be right next door. My feelings for Edward are still widely varied too. I know the wise thing is to take the extra time. I will know what to do when the time is right, and not before.
I also need to choose abstinence this month. I had thought I would stay sober my entire walkabout, but I made other choices. With this being such a critical life decision, I feel like I need to trust myself with a clear head. The decision will affect many people – and the next few years of my life. I want to be sure I am thinking and feeling clearly. That is what my gut says.
I have deeply enjoyed these last six weeks, and I allowed myself a good balance of indulgence and self-discipline. Now it is time to return to bliss – the bliss of knowing I am doing the best thing for me.
The last several years have kept me so busy over the holidays, I had no time for reflection and for introspection. This year is different. I have all the time I can handle, and I want – more than anything – to spend it on myself productively.
I am incredibly excited about spending the Christmas season sober; reading, writing and ruminating. I am going to trust God to use the universe for my benefit. He will move heaven and earth to bring me all of the resources I need. I will meet the right people. I will read the right information. I will walk the right path. I will discern the right energy. I will allow the joy of this season to fill me and change me. I AM the new me. The dream me is filling the inner spaces of my universe. I am being filled with light and love and promise.
I want to think through my Christmas gifts for this year. I have been given so much, and God keeps pouring out his blessings over me. There is no need to be selfish, stingy or hoarding. I want His blessing to flow through me and spread His joy to others. I want to be thoughtful and meaningful with how I use my resources. I know I want the Cooks magazine subscription for Pop. He will enjoy it immensely.
When I finish writing these morning pages (hurry up! lol) I will roll through my bills and budget. That way I know exactly where I stand. I will go to the library to do this, and keep my coffee shop only to my pleasure. I have my free refill before me, nearly at prime sipping temperature. Let my joy and love be unleashed!
8p Pisgah National Forest ~ near Asheville, NC
I stopped at the Visitor’s Center just over the North Carolina border and picked up some materials to browse on the Asheville area tonight. I think I am in love already! The local scene seems so amazing, with a year-round farmers market, a lively arts and music appreciation, and plenty of outdoor recreation. It honestly has everything I could have scripted for myself.
TravelChannel.com named it as one of the Top 5 Pet Friendly Cities in the US. I feel like I could spend the next week here and not ever get bored.
I feel like it is actually calling my name. On drive in, I was a road sign that said “Tryon Asheville” lol. 🙂
I can feel this ball of electric excitement willing up and whirling inside me, and my heart is actually smiling!, much like when I discovered Spokane and all of its promise for me. I already know that entering Asheville tomorrow will be like homecoming, and I will feel like the queen. The goddess, rather. I could live my inner artist here, like in Spokane. I could let me writer out of the closet.
My reflectix insulation/window shades are coming in handy, with nearby campers to the left and front, and temperatures dropping to 29* tonight. I am well prepared with my slippers and beenie and layers, and my sleeping bag is already shoved inside Edward’s. This is much better than the muggy, buggy of the last two nights!
I can hardly believe I just said that.
7:45a Morning Pages ~ Mount Pleasant, SC
I am at Tidal Grounds coffee shop, a cute local indie coffee place, drinking my drip from a real, albeit small cup. They are all decorated for Christmas. I keep forgetting tis the season. Where is my Christmas spirit?
I have been on #walkabout six weeks today, and I am only just slowing down. It has been a mad dash to see and experience as much as possible, and to fit in visits to important friends and family along the way.
Now I feel like I am taking my first breath, relaxing and waiting for the word that Julia is in labor. It could be a week or longer, or it could be today. Then I go again.
In the meantime, I am exploring the Charleston, South Carolina area as a potential for relocation. It is less than six hours from Vero Beach and Richmond, and less than eight hours to Huntsville. A nice, central location? I aim to find out.
My first impression is that it is sure warm for the last day of November. It was in the 70s all day yesterday, even after 10p. The trails are swampy and buggy, nothing like hiking in the Pacific Northwest. It isn’t exactly exciting me. I have gotten used to crips, cool air and rugged peaks.
But there is more to living than hiking, and I could go weeks without a decent jaunt. It sure would be nice to not brave myself against the cold. Besides, it isn’t forever. Just while Grayson in young, I suppose. I really don’t know.
So again, I beg myself to answer the question, the million dollar question – What do I want? I could do the boho chic thing here, explore my softer, surreal nature, be a little kooky and a lot more feminine.
I do feel a release of tension with the idea of warmth. Not exactly like the tension that comes from the NoVA area. The PNW has its own tension – still a sort of striving and business, especially near Seattle. It feels like Spokane is still trying to prove itself. Or maybe that’s who I was when I was living there.
This area feels slower, like when I moved to Florida for the first time, before the imperative of my work gripped me and my marriage fell apart.
I could be a writer here. What do I need to be a writer? Relaxed, artsy, airy environment that soothes and embraces me. Colors that liven my heart. Warm, friendly atmosphere that invites you to kick your shoes off. Lemonade and lattes.
I’m just spouting what I feel right now. All I really need is a new place where all of my old habits cannot sing to me. Minimize distractions so I can focus.
Will Edward live here with me, and will he provide for us? So I can go to school and write and be my best, authentic self? I floated the question last night. He wavered, having not really thought about it, but ultimately seemed open to the notion.
What myth am I living? The Cinderella story, the Rags to Riches tale belongs to me. I came from a poor, abusive family and worked hard to make something more of my life. I had some lucky breaks and some hard knocks along the way. The end is not yet written.
Where is my Prince Charming? I am the orphan Annie, waiting to be adopted, loved and cared for. In the meantime, I am doing the best that I can, believing my day is still to come.
I thought I would have another cup of coffee, but the caffeine from this one is already hitting me squarely. I think a second cup would be too much. I enjoy too much caffeine like I enjoy a hangover. Not.
But how will I hang out and research? I thought I might go to the library, but it is already nearly 70*. It was sixty-nine at six-thirty this morning. This would take some getting used to. and a new wardrobe too! My current gear won’t cut it.
Which reminds me that I will want to change before I start exploring. I don’t have to reset the car to get my suitcase, though. I can just dig an active tee out of my jog bag and change into my jeans and sandals. Tie my hair up maybe? Maybe not today. Find a park or a beach area, drive around and take in the sights. have the Outback Walkabout special for dinner?
? o’clock Morning Pages ~ McClellanville, SC ~ Hunt Camp
I really do love Edward. No, he isn’t perfect. No one is. He doesn’t prefer to be perfect, nor does he aspire to be. He is honest, and he takes responsibility for his mistakes. He tries to be a good person, and he tries to improve in areas where he falls short. He is willing to talk openly about the hard stuff. He really listens to me, and he lives to see me smile. He wants more out of his life, and he wants me to enjoy the finer things. He is a diamond in the rough.
I enjoy loving him, when I focus on his better qualities. He lets me be me, and he supports me in all I do. He isn’t jealous, unless he needs to be – and I don’t give him reason to be. He wants to satisfy me physically. He chose me over his children, and he continues to do so when it really matters. At the same time, he is a loving and doting father, and he sacrifices greatly for his kids.
10a I need coffee. I drove to the little town of McClellanville and was surprised to see a sign for a public library. I thought I would go into Charleston today, but I just don’t feel like it. I don’t feel like doing anything responsible or reasonable. So I got a cup of coffee at the BP gas station and drove down the road toward the library.
I found it nestled among large houses and sprawling, draping trees, just like a postcard out of antebellum. The library itself was tiny! Like a little cottage. I did not go in. I knew in a building that small I would have to interact with people, and I really don’t feel like people-ing today.
Instead I found a little shady spot to park. I changed into my Moonstone Crossing tee shirt and rolled the windows down. I wish I could just head back to camp, but the mosquitos are so thick there, I could never sit with the windows down.
The problem is I want to drink, but I can’t since I still have to drive myself back at some point. I am tired and foggy from over drinking last night too. But I also feel like I am nearing a breakthrough.
I have spent the last two weeks with people, and now I am enjoying some much needed solitude. I have been saying and doing all the things a proper guest should, and I am ready to just relax and let loose a little bit.
I think I will just sit right here and read and write until my heart is content. At some point, I will return to camp and bunk down for the night.
Why do I need to drink to unleash my right hemisphere brain? Why do I force myself to be so rigid so often? Why do I have such a hard time relaxing? Why can’t I nap? I am befuddled at myself.
One of the exercises in Your Mythic Journey calls for me to present an argument declaring that I am indeed all of the traits I wish to deny. It’s a curious thought. Why else would I deny them so strongly, except that they are parts of my shadow self that I hate. I do hate my shadow self, don’t I?
I live so hard to prove to myself that I am a good person, that those ugly things I know about myself are not the real me. But they are part of the real me, aren’t they? I just don’t want them to be. I only want to believe the best, idealized version of myself.
Can I accept that I am greedy? I only work because I have to. I would take it all for myself if it weren’t frowned upon. I get angry that others get more than me and don’t even have to work hard for it. Tamara wears the coolest clothes and had like four different jackets on this week, and that made me angry. She always has the best of everything, and it’s all just given to her. It isn’t fair.
Can I accept that I am inconsiderate? I only bend to accommodate people because I want them to like me. I need them to like me, so I won’t have to deal with their anger and petty disagreements. If everything came easily to me, I would be just as unthoughtful as everyone else. My courteous nature makes me better than them.
I love being lazy. If I could get away with it, I would not do a damn thing. I am so damn tired of trying so damn hard. I just want to throw my hands up and stay wasted all of the damn time.
It is actually freeing to understand that I am not a perfect person, that there are very real and very bad things about me. I can stop trying so hard to prove to myself that they do not exist. I can just be, and be okay with the bad belonging to me just as much as the good.
I actually like myself like this, and I don’t feel as angry and hateful. I don’t feel as spiteful. A calming peace is settling over me, so calm and peaceful I think I could nap. I want to live in this peaceful awareness.
12n My next exercise for my Mythic Journey is to draw myself using crayons or colored pencils. The best I can do is blue and black ink. 🙂
7a Morning Pages ~ Myrtle Beach, SC ~ w/Fam
I have not written morning pages in almost one week, since arriving in Myrtle Beach to spend the Thanksgiving holiday with my family. I know that my writing is the most important thing I should be doing right now, but I prioritized my time with my family. I brought my book into the resort unit, thinking I would take time at some point in the day, but I never did. The days were full with action and interactions, and I only see my family once each year.
It has been a weird and wonderful week. I have laughed and I have cried and I have been hurt and I have felt angry and disappointed. I have been forgiven and I have practiced forgiveness. That is what family is, right? That’s all I know it to be.
I am feeling more and more distant from Edward. I don’t know if I should fight for our relationship. He really let me down on Friday night. He allowed two little girls to make a poor decision that left me out in the cold. He did not stand up as the adult in the room. He did not stand up for me.
Nancy did. She made sure those girls knew that what they had done was wrong. It felt really good.
I am forgetting the reasons I fell in love with Edward. Why do I want to stay with him? I am struggling with what to feel right now.
From Your Mythic Journey by Sam Keen & Anne Valley Fox
— Make a list of the ten best words/phrases that describe you:
1. life-long learner
2. casually classy (classic)
4. love the outdoors
— What qualities distinguish me from others?
I am willing to do what is hard. That may mean making a big move, having a difficult conversation, starting all over late in life, trying something new and scary, ending a relationship that isn’t working, putting myself first.
I am open minded and truly balue what I can learn from others. I try not to judge, just observe and apply. I enjoy having a diverse group of ecclectic friend and acquaintances.
I am content having very little in the way of material possessions. I prefer to live simply. But I would never be content without big experiences and adventures. I need to travel and prize my freedom above all else.
I have the ability to set goals and achieve them. I have never abandoned a New Year’s Resolution. I love the challenge of making worthwhile changes in my life.
I am always seeking the deeper meaning – in words, in art, in actions, in life. I want to explore reality and discover hidden truth. What is authenticity and how can we live more like that?
— What are the secrets you never/rarely share?
I resent having a man to take care of me. I am proud of my independence, but I really wish I had a real partner to lean on, and to fall apart into from time to time. I resent that every member of my immediate family has someone taking care of them except me.
I don’t understand. I am an attractive and desirable woman. Why isn’t there some man out there who is willing and able to be my equal? Do I not truly believe I am worth it, deep down? Is that why I keep attracting men who just want / are content to let me take care of them? Or their parents?
That’s what Tony did – just let his parents take pay for everything. What is it that I find attractive in these men? Is it the lack of responsibility? The carefree attitude?
How do I change this? How do I attract a man who is a good Protector, Provider and Problem Solver, but still has a sense of adventure and a lust for life and for love?
Is it possible for Edward to be this man, or has our relationship run its course? Am I just delaying the inevitable?, like I did leaving the winery? I think I know what to do, what my gut tells me is right for me. Why am I not willing to do it? What is holding me back? Am I really that happy with him? Or am I just afraid I won’t be as happy without him? The sex is amazing, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be amazing with someone else too. What do I really want???
I ask myself – at 44 years old (wait – am I only 43?) – do I really want to start all over in the relationship department too? On the other hand, do I really want to invest more years into a relationship that is doomed? Is it doomed? Can Edward be the man I need him to be? I am so very relieved I left rob when I did. He hasn’t changed a bit.
How will I look back at this decision with Edward? Maybe he is capable of change, but just not with me. Do I really want to spend the rest of my life taking care of him? And watching him never complete any project? And not standing up for me?
What are the characteristics of my ideal mate? As I consider this, I am making the same mistake I made when I left Rob. I am only thinking of the opposite of what I find wrong with Edward. The truth is, I don’t think I know what I really want. I just keep discovering what I don’t want.
— What other secrets do I have?
— What ten characteristics do I not have and would strongly deny?
– unthoughtful / inconsiderate
– savage / heartless
– gold digger
7a Morning Pages ~ Richmond, VA w/James & Pamela
Slept in a big, cozy bed last night, and I tossed and turned like crazy. I was too warm, then chilled. I was comfortable, but I guess I didn’t know what to do with myself. This is the second time recently that I should have had a good night’s sleep, but was very restless instead. Maybe it is the strange environment? I seem to sleep better in my car.
I hiked the White Oak Falls Trail in the Shenandoah National Park yesterday. It was awesome. You hike four and a half miles down into the canyon, along a creek that rolls itself down three separate falls areas, each more beautiful than the last.
There are places to picnic and even swim in the waters – great for warmer weather.
The return hike is back UP those four and a half miles, the first three-ish being pretty rocky, rugged and steep. I’ve learned to take care of my body for a good hike, so we did just fine.
I had a big Thanksgiving dinner the night before with Cathy and her family. I packed a snack for Justice and me that we enjoyed at the bottom of the falls.
We completed the nine mile hike in four hours, fourteen minutes. The elevation was 2444 feet over those four and a half miles.
Drove to Richmond and had dinner with James and Pamela. We went to Social 52. They have extended Happy Hour on Mondays, so appetizers were buy one get one half off, and small draft beers were $2. I needn’t worry, as they paid for my dinner anyway. Another generous friend. ❤
Edward wants to have brunch with me today! When he realized I would be in Richmond as he landed, he asked if I wanted to have lunch! It was so sweet, and of course I took him up on his offer. We didn’t think we would see each other until Friday, and even that was a bonus we had not expected. Now we get a “sneak peek” three days early. lol
But seriously, we miss each other. The universe has thrown in another wonderful curve ball, and we are grateful for the opportunity. It’s just a shame he can’t accompany me to Myrtle Beach for the whole week.
I am glad for the time I will get to spend with his kids. I rarely have the chance to see them, so we have had little opportunity to build a real relationship. I hope Jennifer is better behaved than last time. She really tried to “take over” her daddy and monopolize his time and attention. I understand this is totally normal, but it is awkward too. She acted like a jealous lover, not a spoiled child. It was weird, and I wasn’t quite sure how to act. Aside from Pop, none of Edward’s family has been very supportive, so I was still trying to earn trust. Nothing I did was good enough.
I still feel hurt over the whole situation. I still remember the day we were all supposed to go to Kings Dominion together, and Shirley refused. I took it very personally. Then the time she chastised me for wanting Edward and the kids to spend time with my family for Thanksgiving.
I try to let go of the hurt, so we can move on and try again. They seem to be willing to try, now that Edward and I are engaged. That somehow changed things. I would understand that, if we had only been dating a year or two. But this November marked six years for us. Obviously we have a serious, committed relationship.
I am anxious to get up and get the day started, but James is not a morning person. Ugh! lol neither is Edward. The two of them seriously remind me of each other. We will do a five mile hike before I get to see Edward for lunch. If we made it out the door around noon-ish… but I really shouldn’t make any assumptions and allow things to unfold the way they will.
First, I have the time, invitation and inclination to take a hot shower! I loooove hot showers these days. I need to collect a change of clothes from my car first.
Another two weeks, and this stretch of my road trip will be complete. I am looking forward to having a month in Florida with Grayson, Cameron and Julia. Holding that sweet baby, who I understand has a head full of hair, just like Cameron did. Bonding with Julia. Celebrating this time with my son and his family.
I was deeply honored to be invited into the delivery room. I am still kind of awed by that. It’s a very tender, intimate time, and it takes a lot of trust to open that time to others. Julia hardly knows me, so I was really, wonderfully surprised to get the message from her. Truly blessed! ❤
7:15a Morning Pages ~ Madison, VA w/Cathy
I did not write yesterday. I could have stolen myself away in order to do it, but it didn’t seem right. Cathy got Mark up at 5:30a, and I woke up along with the alarm. There was no going back to sleep for me, but Cathy could have, easily. Instead, she stayed up with me. I just could not bring myself to leave her alone for the hour it would have taken me to write my three pages.
One of my lessons on this trip is being true to myself. But I don’t want to swing the pendulum into being overly selfish. I still want to consider other people’s feelings and needs, but no longer to the neglect of my own.
I also am challenged to think and weigh decisions with a long range eye. Yes, I needed to write yesterday. That is what was best for me, and it would not have really “hurt” Cathy. But I also knew I would have time alone today, and that taking that time would hurt no one at all. So when I posed my decision over two days instead of one, it was easy to make a choice that worked for everyone.
Except that my morning pages are supposed to be non-negotiable.
Cathy also talked me into coming straight on through from my stop in Kentucky, as opposed to camping for a night somewhere in the middle. I felt pretty alert on the road and thought it might be nice to have that warm house around me after all.
That gave us the whole day together, so it felt less rushed and more relaxing. It was nice to have a day without driving, aside from the grocery shopping, which Cathy drove us to and it wasn’t all that far.
I really enjoyed my visit to the Creation Museum and to the Ark. There is truly a good deal of scientific evidence for a young earth, which upholds the Word of God and the authority of Scripture. I have been expanding my understanding of spirituality, and I need to understand how this fits. Or how the rest fits, actually. I need to do more study and ask the truth to be revealed to me.
The Ark was massive and incredibly impressive. It is as long as 1.5 football fields and seven stories tall. It is the largest free-standing timber structure in the world, and it is an awe to behold. The exhibits were thoughtful and provocative and professional. I believe the flood really happened, and I believe there is evidence to support it.
I want to keep learning and growing. I have to believe there is a reason for this journey. I have to believe that God will lead me to this purpose, and that He will continue giving me opportunities to learn and grow and expand my wisdom and understanding.
I want to know more! About Him, about myself, about my fellow creatures, about this land and this world.
I still have no idea what I am supposed to do with the rest of my life. Well, that is not exactly a clear statement. I have some ideas. I have the idea that I am to be a writer. I have the idea that I am to live closer to Grayson, Cameron and Julia.
I have the idea this journey is somehow leading me to my future, and that if I point my feet in the right direction, I will know what to do when the time comes.
I am learning once again to trust my instincts over my reason. This is not entirely foreign to me. I operated this way when I first moved to Florida. I saw miracle after miracle, and I was a part of something really special. I believe I have this opportunity now, again. To see God’s hand and handiwork and to be a part of something special.
I suppose I am waiting for the Call. I am waiting and expecting Him to drop something into my spirit so clearly, like when He called me to serve the homeless. It was undeniable, and I followed the Call with my whole being.
What is my present calling? I guess to do exactly what I am doing right now – with joy and faith. I believe He will provide me with all the resources I need – money, talent, time, people, vision, etc. I believe this with every fiber of my being, but it is difficult to remain patient and steadfast.
7a Morning Pages ~ Motel @ Florence, KY
I swear I could smell the coffee from my motel room, and I was certain it was 6:30a when I woke up the second time. I was supposed to have a coffee pot in my room, but no such luck. Instead, I have a tiny refrigerator and and microwave.
I’m surprised at only $51/night plus tax and a ten dollar pet fee. There is also a couch and desk area. I was quite comfortable for the evening.
I was able to stay awake until about 10:30p. I got my financial record caught up and a basic assessment of my food supply. I wanted to do some reading, but I just didn’t have it in me.
It felt so good to climb into the big king bed with a warm blanket and squishy pillows. I kept waking up with that thought all night long – how good it felt to sleep in a bed. Safe.
I will go to see the Art today, then I will head east toward Virginia. I have a sight selected in the West Virginia mountains that should be perfect. Only about four-ish hours from the Ark. The overnight low is forecast to be 29* with a chance of flurries. I will have to stuff my sleeping bag inside of Edward’s tonight. I will also mount my window blocks, both for the privacy and for the insulation. Maybe I will actually be able to do some reading tonight.
I am a little disappointed that I didn’t take more time in the Creation Museum yesterday. I was just so road weary and needed to unwind. Which I did.
I could go back today. The museum opens at 9a. I could take a good two hours to really absorb the exhibits. Then an hour to get to the Ark. That would put me at noon. Even if I spent four hours in the Ark, I would be on the road by 4p and to my camp before 9p, considering time to refuel and relieve myself.
There is no cell service at camp, so I would just bed down, maybe a little reading, and sleep. I would rise by 7a, hit the road by 8a, then four hours to Madison puts me at Cathy’s house at noon. Plenty of time.
I would like to see James and Pamela on Monday and head south to Myrtle Beach for the annual family Thanksgiving gathering on Tuesday. I’ll have to check schedules and camp sites to see if I can make that work.
Tamara is arriving in Myrtle Beach on Monday. Chele and her family won’t come until Thursday, so I think this is a good plan. I just have to check with the Lovings now.
Sounds like Cameron and Julia will be moving into a place of their own on December 5th. Julia made a post on Facebook indicating as much. How awesome is that?! I am so proud of Cameron for making that happen. They need to be living as a family, especially while Grayson is so young.
If I am able to crash on the floor or in the driveway, I can be there to help over the first couple of weeks – and to bond with my grandson. The closer this gets, the more strongly I feel that I need to move closer to Florida, so I can be a real grandmother to Grayson.
I have decided that I will go back to the museum today, with a fresh head, eyes to see and ears to hear. I will especially look deeply into the geological evidence for a young earth. This is a fascinating subject for me. Evolution is considered FACT, and those who don’t buy it are just fruity. But what does the actual evidence show us?
I truly am curious, and I want to study this question for myself. I have been on the Answers in Genesis website, and there is a ton of information that supports the idea of a young earth. but I don’t want to blindly believe either side of the argument. I want to study and draw my own conclusion. I ask for eyes to see and ears to hear the truth.
That means I will skip the shower today and use my dry shampoo. I just showered on Friday anyway! lol My clothes will be fine for another day, so I don’t have to dig my suitcase out either. Just a couple of trips down the stairs and I will be good to go.
This leg of my journey should be a little more relaxing. The decision to head north to Mason City was pretty taxing on me, but I am very glad that I went. I hope to keep most of the rest of my driving to thess than five hours each day.
I also was grateful for the splurge day with junk food eating, but now I am stocked again with fresh goods, and I want to get back on target. I would like a nice bowl of chili before I leave the Cincinnati area though. When in Rome, right? 🙂