Let’s try not to think too much and just enjoy the weekend.

Morning, people. It’s Saturday.

I’m sure you already knew that. Calendars aren’t that complicated.

It’s Mal‘s birthday. I think he’s turning 11. I know his arrival will eventually pop up on Facebook’s memories, and then I’ll know for certain. It’ll be a couple of weeks however. I’m fairly certain I set Facebook so it doesn’t show me things from early November. The last two Novembers have been pretty stressful. At this moment in 2018, I was sitting on the couch, roughly two hours after I watched my husband taken out in handcuffs. Last year, we were freaking out about court and talking plea deals.

This year, the tradition continues.

My plans for today involve taking piles of stuff from one place in the house and putting them in other places.

This is mostly the living room and in the Pink Room, so I can clean the carpets. I also need to haul as much of the shit I don’t plan to take with me outside. Best case scenario, someone takes it from the curb before trash day. Worst case scanario, I have a pile of shit outside my house for a few days.

There won’t be a workout today. My regular Saturday workouts turned into Sunday workouts to give me a rest day. My Sunday workouts have become more “eh… if it happens, it happens” than anything else. I’ll see how my body feels tomorrow. I’m pretty sore today; my three workouts this week were all pretty good. You know it was a good workout when you sneeze and your abs cry.