Well, I made three pans of cinnamon rolls last night. Christine came home from work and said, "I should take these over to the bakery for samples, they are so good!"

They were so good that I'd eaten about 6 of them before Christine even got home.

It's been about 15 years since I made any cinnamon rolls, and maybe it will be 15 more, because Christine and I are going to sit down together tonight and really work out a serious eating (and non-eating) plan, accompanied by exercise.

For me, it will begin tomorrow.

That means I have to gobble up that extra package of Oreos I got at the blood center today after I successfully donated platelets. Ha!