I'm back from the reading of the new musical, which was, in a word, inept and horrid (two words). We did end up eating at The Cheesecake Factory and it was great - this week's one and only splurge meal and it wasn't too bad - Barry and I split a small Caesar salad (although I had two-thirds and he a third - I was full already just from that) - then I had the farfalle with chicken, sun dried tomatoes, mushrooms in a very light cream sauce. It wasn't as huge as it usually is - probably six ounces of pasta, and boy did it do the trick. And I did eat it all up. But, no dessert, and no other meals today, and the long jog probably means I'm okay.