Healing well, sick of soft food. The slope of my upper stomach is now concave instead of convex, which makes me happy. I'm going with slow and steady is a) better for me, and b) more likely to stick.
I have been doing some writing, and wowing, and reading, and knitting, and um, walking. Way too much walking.
I found this drabble/beginning of a fic while cleaning out My Documents this morning, and I'm not sure where it was meant to go, but it's funny. So, I'm posting it. If you want to write more of it, feel free. Personally, I'm a bit too distracted by WoW (dude, I'm raiding) and the Arthur Weasley shouldn't run an economy fic. But the Draco/Harry interaction of this one cracks me up, so I must preserve it for posterity....
"Look Potter, you're the one who lost the bet. Just deal with it."
"I feel like an idiot."
"Well, that's your problem, not mine. After all, if you didn't want to do this, you shouldn't have let me choose the stakes. You're gay, my father is gay, and since the Cannons lost the cup, you have to go on a date with him."
"Does it ever occur to you that setting your father up is more than a little twisted, not to mention immoral?"
"Morality is for lesser creatures. I'm a Malfoy."
"You're cracked is what you are."
"Doesn't matter. I have my reasons and you're doing it."
"Divorced, depressed, oh and his best friend died. He needs some cheering up and you're just the person to do it."
"This is so far beyond insane. How the hell are you going to get him to agree to this?"
"I have my ways. Now, Friday, be at the Manor at six. He hates tardiness."
"It's not like I care what your father thinks of me, Malfoy."
"If he doesn't have a good time, I am entitled to a forfeit. And I think parading you around in a schoolgirl costume would be a lovely one."
Harry blushed bright red.
"You wouldn't dare."
Draco leaned forward.
"Not only would I dare, I'd vanish your underwear."
"Just do it, Potter."
"I hate you so much, Malfoy."
"It's mutual, Potter. Now, try to wear something semi-decent, will you? And wash behind your ears."
"Potter, if I was your mum, I would have drowned you at birth. Just be there. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to get to."
Draco sauntered off, and once again Harry swore never ever to drink to excess. When he was drunk he did stupid things, like make an unwinable bet with Malfoy. Damn Malfoy.