They had meatloaf for dinner at the site last night. I *love* meatloaf! I'm maybe kinda odd that way, but I do. I felt like I did something wrong--so very wrong! I felt scared and sad. I just wanted to cry, but couldn't or someone would ask what was wrong. It would have been a great time for a T appointment. I bet he'd love to see me cry and he probably would have talked about it just enough that it would have happened. I'd be so embarrassed. I am still sad about it today, but better than I was. It just isn't right that I ate something last night--or so it feels. T got a brief VM about it last night. Have to wait til next Friday to see him again. I could have really used PC and/or the chat last night. If I could have only gotten online to do it.