Day Twenty-Eight:

Pizza. I have gone more than thirty days without it, and I survived. I finally acquired a gluten-free pie... one of my favorite places now carries the dough. The only catch? A now twenty minute drive. Worth it? You bet. When you want a pizza, it's good. Expensive, yes. As tasty as the original, heck to the no. But it's pizza and it's decent. I can't complain too much. Ben called it a "good Celeste," and I had to thank him for that. An $11 version of the 88 cent crap you buy at Stop and Shop.  Yippee! But you'd have to be in my shoes to appreciate the little things... like the bacon and onion and the real, honest to goodness pizza box. I am normal today. Hooray!

And I still stand by the mailbox like a sixteen year old waiting for college admission letters... when will my results come and what will they say? The jury is still out....