Well, we’re back in Vancouver and, evidently, I’m not the only one who’s overfed. According to our dog sitter, our pugs have been enjoying the good life for far too long and she has put them on a strict regimen of daily walkies, scaled down breakfast and dinner portions and – horrors of horrors – only two treats a day. “But they always look so hungry,”I protested. All the same, there’s no denying the fact that they’re looking festively plump. Brad refers to Maximus as “the pot roast”, while my mom prefers the more Italian salcicone (the little sausage). So, I’ve given in and have put them on the program.
Now before you accuse me of being hypocritical, please be informed that I am putting myself on the program as well: morning workouts, scaled-down meals, and only two treats a day (today’s treat being the crema di pistacchio, the pistachio equivalent of Nutella. Tasty!). I’m also going to try to eat more fish and – believe it or not – will even attempt cooking at home (we’ll see how long that lasts). I’ve been inspired by my sister who made an excellent black bass in a salt crust. It was excellent and, apparently, good for you as well. She also picked us up some incredibly good sandwiches for the flight back to Vancouver – one veal cutlet, the other Italian sausage. Also good but probably not as good for you.
Well, it’s back to work tomorrow. Between the errands I’ll be running and, oh yeah, that script I should be reading, show-off Rob Cooper has sent me a first draft of his Atlantis script AND the super top secret outline for the super top secret first SG-1 movie. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.




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