And here we are.
It’s rainy out this morning, but the temperature is holding steady at forty, and so I call it a win.
Also, it’s not even eight and I’ve already splashed around in the pool with CJ this morning.
So while I wouldn’t call it vigorous activity, I would still maintain that it’s ambitious, what with the whole five-forty in the morning wake up and everything.
I mean, that act alone should add to my calorie burn.
Last night was officially the start of JW’s rugby season, which means two things:
1. There are literally clods of dirt all over my house. So far today I’ve found at least five. It’s like I suddenly have Pigpen living with me, but without the rest of the lovable Peanuts cast.
2. I am now free to do anything of my choosing on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Not that I couldn’t before, you see, but somehow I doubt watching Eat, Pray, Love on a weeknight is something JW has in mind.
I try to be accommodating.
Except when I’m not.
In any case, I am off to spend one more day in my cubicle, before jetting off to a happy hour(s) downtown. Hope you chickadees have great things in store for the weekend!