Back from a weekend of darting in Winston-Salem, NC.  I played pretty well overall, just not well enough to, you know, actually win.  The worst part was being on the cusp of victory only to throw it away (no pun intended) with a couple of poorly thrown darts.  Ah well, still not ready for prime time I guess.

On the drive home got caught in a massive traffic jam caused by a six car chain reaction pile up on I-85.  It happened a mile or two up the road from me, but two ambulances, two fire trucks, and a state trooper vehicle kept both lanes bottlenecked for quite awhile.  The accident occurred in the left lane and it doesn’t take an accident investigator (although technically I was trained as an accident investigator back in my USPS days) to figure out what happened–driving 70 plus miles per hour right on the ass of the car in front of you.  Someone taps the breaks and all hell breaks loose.  Idiots.

My final frustration was weighing in and finding I achieved no weight loss this week.  My own fault really.  Had the grand kids most of the week and that kept me off the treadmill (yeah, it was ALL their fault!).  There was a Wendy’s next door to our hotel in Winston-Salem and  I found it impossible to resist those soft ice cream waffle cones.  I had two.  I guess I should be glad I didn’t gain weight.  So, holding steady at 246 (down 32.5 pounds overall).  Girth also was unchanged at 46.5 inches, down 5″ since February.

Onward and downward.