It was bound to happen. I forgot to Slice. I had a moment around 5 p.m. when I asked myself, “Wait, you did your Slice, right?” But then hubby asked me something, the dogs went crazy over the neighbor boy ringing the doorbell, and well, thoughts of my Slice flew out of my brain! We ate dinner, made plans, rescheduled plans, and made new plans. Our “backyard” neighbors came over for island drinks. They didn’t stay too late, but when they left, all I could think about was my comfy bed. I fell asleep quickly, with no thoughts of anything. So here I am, 7 a.m. on a Sunday, trying to put together a coherent thought stream. Hoping this is the only time this happens!