When I made fusilli Wed. evening, I stored half, undressed, with the last of the diced surimi, and yesterday I tossed that with the dregs of a jar of Classico spicy red pepper sauce and some diced black olives for lunch. Much happier with the red sauce than the alfredo.

Dad called while I was still at work, so I cut that short and deferred until I got home. Between teh orffice and home, I hit the gym for a short run - a mile at 6.0, 1 lap cooloff, 1 lap at 7.0, cooloff and called it a night. Don't know why but I felt slightly nauseous from the run. Maybe lunch was a little too filling to run on, although I didn't really feel it holding me back while I was actually on the 'mill.

Turns out the abbreviated run was still close timing to get home, shower off, and return Dad's call at 7pm. Then we had a crappy connection (or now that I think about it, his speakerphone habit ruins call quality on my end), so he ran his pharmacy errand, and I finished my SR and maybe overdid the salty with pretzels, and it was close to 9 by the time he called back. Dinner per se didn't happen. Dessert did. I don't know exactly when I went to bed but I did get a really good night's sleep, although I woke up a couple times still feeling the salty bordering on stomach upset, in a way that reminded me of habits that led to my near-gout crisis episode back at Casa WoWfail.

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