It’s Monday again, isn’t it. I don’t think I had a great sleep last night. However, I don’t have any idea exactly why I think that. It’s just a feeling, like I woke up wired.
Oh well. It’s a beautiful morning, regardless. What I can see of the day through the back doors looks sunny. I haven’t paid attention to the local news to see what the rest of the day holds.
The birthday dinner went off without a hitch. Mal, in a brilliant display of courage, came out of hiding and sat in the living room with Brian’s dad. Mal sat in front of me and craned his neck out to sniff him and then allowed a brief head scratch.
I don’t plan to do a workout this morning. I’m still sore. Instead, I’ll shower. I’ll start assembling Shawshank‘s box(es?). Mom has a doctor’s appointment this afternoon, and wants me in there with her. I’ll be able to spin later, and after dinner.
