What a Week

You know it's a bad day when the healthiest thing you ate came from Panda Express. That was my Wednesday. And Wednesday might turn out to be the best day of my week.

Given the amount of reading and writing and editing I've been doing, I feel the need to once again express myself visually. I found this finger puppet at the Art Institute Gift Shop last summer, and it bears a striking resemblance to what I've seen in the mirror the last couple of days. (Except for the baldness, that is.)

On the positive side, I do still have one foot on the wagon. Despite the Scream feeling, I haven't missed a day at the gym this week.

All hope is not lost.