"Huh." "So it's just us." "All alone." ".....and that thing in the wall."
I went to The Last Unicorn in Austin last night (which was amazing from talking to Peter Beagle all the way through seeing it on the big screen and getting things signed), but I came home to house shambled. Metaphorically and emotionally, more than apparent physicality's, with the news that Earl and Tony had broken up and Tony had decided to move out. Which he started doing within an hour or two of my getting back home.
Today's been a yo-yo a bit. The gathering of last minute birthday things and the house changes all paling before taking care of Earl. It's been a long day, I expect it will continue to be a long weekend while Tony moves things. I trip lined myself on a phone charger cord in the earlier evening and gracefully managed to get one foot caught in my laundry basket as I landed full on my knees and upper body...which has been pleasant.
The amount of pain in my left knee alone detracts from push-up doing tonight.
Guess I will be repeating Week Four. Oh, well. More weeks, more gains.
I'm exhausted and I was supposed to get boxes at two or three in the morning, which I have now set an alarm to get up and do. Someone tell me why my new iTouch has decided the internet is an evil it does not want. My head space doesn't have room for it tonight. While you're at it send me my Hope to curl up and sleep opposite to me, for the not snoring and making me laugh with midnight pillow talk. At least for tonight.
Today's been a yo-yo a bit. The gathering of last minute birthday things and the house changes all paling before taking care of Earl. It's been a long day, I expect it will continue to be a long weekend while Tony moves things. I trip lined myself on a phone charger cord in the earlier evening and gracefully managed to get one foot caught in my laundry basket as I landed full on my knees and upper body...which has been pleasant.
The amount of pain in my left knee alone detracts from push-up doing tonight.
Guess I will be repeating Week Four. Oh, well. More weeks, more gains.
I'm exhausted and I was supposed to get boxes at two or three in the morning, which I have now set an alarm to get up and do. Someone tell me why my new iTouch has decided the internet is an evil it does not want. My head space doesn't have room for it tonight. While you're at it send me my Hope to curl up and sleep opposite to me, for the not snoring and making me laugh with midnight pillow talk. At least for tonight.