It’s Saturday, and it’s supposed to be a beautiful weekend. There’s a possibility of thunderstorms in the afternoon, and I’m ok with that. He’s working this morning, which leaves me alone to do a long workout. Last week, he made a joke about how I’d be able to do something longer and more brutal than I do when he’s home. I assured him I don’t tone things down when he works out with me on weekends, only shorten the workout.
Ok, maybe I do go easier when he’s here. I know it, he knows it, and we both don’t talk about it.
Today, however, it will be a long one, and I’m going to really push myself.
The last couple of nights have been miserable weather for sleeping. Last night was the worst, being about 75°F when I got up last night. I’d been dreaming about one neighbor shooting another, and surprisingly enough, neither of the neighbors involved in the shooting were from the property we call the “crazy house”. Getting back to sleep after that was just as bad, because not only was it hot, but I was getting panicked about fixing the vinyl siding and one downspout on the house today. It’s only one strip of siding that’s come a little loose, and a downspout popped half out of its gutter, but I’m immediately expecting the worst. He’ll fall off the ladder, the entire strip will come off, the gutter/downspout issue is warping the walls and causing the siding to pop off like rivets on the hill of the Titanic.
Panicking is my superpower.
I really need to get a job that doesn’t drug test, or at least in a state that doesn’t allow random testing.
Happy Saturday, my friends. Let the weekend begin.
