I don’t know why I can’t wake up in the morning. It doesn’t seem to matter what time I go to bed, it simply feels impossible to make it out of bed by 6:30am. Regardless, it’s Wednesday morning, and I raise my mug in your direction.
Don’t expect me to share, however.
So.
Trash is out, coffee cup is full. Unfortunately, I’m looking around the living room and spotting things I should have taken out last night. I’m not too worried about them; the trash won’t be picked up for another hour. I’ve got the time.
Today? Work with Whatshisface, come home and have a dinner of … something. I’m unsure what I wrote down for my weekly menu, but I think it’s chicken. Shawshank will be calling around 7:30pm. It’s supposed to rain tonight, and I won’t be able to practice outside with the poi. If I can muster up the ambition, I could do a workout sometime after dinner.
Time for more coffee. Have a good Wednesday, my friends.
