I woke up again this morning to work out.
And I met up again with laser-spin-man, for another virtual spinning class led by television screen.
This particular segment was much better, although I still heard the word supple more times than I care to.
I care to hear it zero times, in case you’re wondering.
Upon my return home, I set to the task of getting ready for work.
This is a task that I have trouble focusing on.
While getting ready to tame my hair into some kind of ponytail, I realized my makeup was spilled all over my dresser, so I headed to the kitchen to grab the Pledge and some paper towels.
I wiped up the offending mess, set down the Pledge, and then picked up the dry shampoo to assault my hair with.
Except it wasn’t the dry shampoo I picked up.
Yes, I tried to dust my hair this morning.
Luckily I was able to toss it out of my hands and duck at the same time, thus keeping my hair from being wood-cleaned and lemon-scented.
It must be the fact that I’m about to turn 28- although this is not a comforting fact. I was born with a limited supply of focus- draining it at this pace is really no good.
And with that, I’m going to try and get out of here without doing something else ridiculous.
Yeah, I don’t believe me either.