Baseball is like driving, it’s the one who gets home safely that counts. ~ Tommy Lasorda

It was a cold, clear and sunny day in the PNW. There were gorgeous views of the mountain. (That’s mount Rainier.) I couldn’t help but feeling a little down. The British Hubby left this morning for the sunshine state. I always thought California was the sunshine state, but it’s actually Florida. The British Hubby will be away for four people sleeps and what must be about 2-3 weeks in kitty time.

Typically, I handle being on own by eating tatter tots and onion rings for dinner every night. That doesn’t work well for low carb living. I’m going to challenge myself to not cave for crunchy breaded goodness. Instead, I had an apple with some cheese chips, broccoli slaw and sausages. I know apples are higher in sugar than some fruit, but I’m going to let that one slide for now.

Over the weekend, I made a raspberry cheesecake. I used the toaster oven to soften the cream cheese. Next time, I’ll try cutting it into chunks. I browned it slightly, but it turned out okay in the end. This is another recipe from my old standby The Complete Low-Carb Cookbook. I think this is a distant cousin to a fruit tart.

If I had planned to have yarn delivered today as a little pick me up, it wouldn’t have arrived. Last week, I had an impulse yarn purchase for a color work cowl that reminds me of spring. Stay tuned for more details.

So far, only Burt has noticed the British Hubby’s absences. He’s been calling for him high and low all evening.

Ernie is coping by sleeping on the British Hubby’s comfy. It’s all about smells for Ernie.

Gracie is in her normal sleep spot. I’m not sure she’s noticed anything different yet.

Just four sleeps.