Thirty-six (a.k.a. Shameless Self-Promotion)

Well, actually, I stopped counting around, say 27, but my body, unfortunately, did not.

And I don't really have anything to say except that I ran 1.45 miles and passed up the Cheetos (although not entirely intentionally -- I think my old age is making me forgetful).

I did remember the Yoo-Hoo though.  I already had bacon on Saturday.  I have to show some restraint.