I got home today and the air conditioner was not cooling. They are on their way to repair it. I was going to walk on the treadmill tonight, but it's too hot. I was hoping to get it fixed early, so that it would cool off by the time I usually walk. I've been good lately about walking. And it shows on the scales. I have lost 10 pounds since Memorial Day. I almost break my arm patting myself on the back every day. I only have 5 more pounds to go. After I lose that, I may work on 5 more and then I'm going to stop trying to lose. I was even good over the 4th of July holiday. I stayed on my diet the entire time. It is so nice to be able to almost fit in my clothes again. I don't know where this weight came from. It couldn't have been all those cookies and candy bars that I ate last fall, do you think? I'm going to Williamsburg in October, and I know I will spend my afternoons at the Raleigh Tavern Bakery. I never can decide what I want, so I get one of each and go sit on the bench and eat it all. Then I wash it down with a diet soft drink. As soon as I get back, I'm going back on South Beach. I don't want to have to go through it again.
Queenie hasn't been talking to me lately. I can't figure out if she's mad at me or what. Every time I go in the kitchen across from her desk, I can hear her huffing and puffing. She seems to be busy. I don't know where all the work came from. It's hard for my coworker and me to feel sorry for her, because we remember all the times we've been extremely busy and she would just set there coloring, doing her homework or sitting with her chin propped up on her hand. Now she knows how we always felt. My coworker and I are losing our storage room. We also use it as a break room. The loan department wants us to clean it out so that they can put files in there. I'm wearing old clothes tomorrow so that I can get in there and clean.
I wish that repair man would hurry and get here. It's getting warm.