Having your chocolate and eating it, too.

I've lost five pounds, and that's not witholding the exquisite squares of Vosges chocolate I had with my tea yesterday. My J. Peterman dress is hanging there, waiting to be worn and serving as a great inspiration. It curves like I curve, and I must say that the company knows what a woman really looks like. I made flight reservations to Dallas this morning, and I'm already giddy over the prospect of travel. I reserved an aisle seat beside the galley and bathroom. The aisle seat affords me the most chance of survival during a crash, and the galley affords me the most chance of a cup of coffee if I want one. (I also like to eavesdrop on the flight attendents' conversations because they don't heed that the passenger's can hear through the little curtains.)

The film Ladies In Lavender is playing on the television, and it has everything I need: German dialog, violin players, English country cottages with lavender in their gardens, and pebbly beaches where I would love to sit and write in leather bound journals.

Goodnight.