This morning I took a large plastic bin labled "size 10" from the upper shelf in my closet to look at the contents. I have good blue jeans, black jeans, and black slacks in there, along with a few pair of summer pants. When I get through the size 12 phase I'll have the garments I need for the next (and terminus) part of the weight-loss plan. I do have some size 8s in another bin, but I don't know if I'm going to fool with trying to get to that size. I think that was my divorce-era depression size.

Very cold weather settled in overnight. I got out my thermal plug (the circuit opens when the temperature gets down to 45 and stays open until it reaches 50). My oil heater is now plugged in for the dogs in the garage, and as it gets really cold I'll put it on a timer or leave it on all day during the coldest spells.

SRS