Utter lunacy

It's been one of those weeks. One in which:

• I asked a guy to just hold that position, so I could just stare at his muscles.
• I ate a little too much hummus. I won't bore you with the details of how swiftly it moves through my digestive tract.
• Work kinda kicked my ass, but I found I could retain my stellar professionalism and kick back.
• I discovered steel-cut oats with a little brown sugar really is the ultimate comfort breakfast.
• I didn't get nearly enough sleep, but I'll catch up over the weekend.
• I re-connected by phone with two old friends who've been tough to catch lately. It's good to know I'm missed.
• I had a disturbingly sexy dream that I really don't care to share more of, lest the object of my dream affections read my mind.
• I lost two more pounds, and one of my colleagues said, "You are literally melting before our eyes."
• I came to terms with my dire need for a pedicure.
• A new friend hugged me and said, "I am so glad you're my friend!"