It was a warm night, which made things a bit uncomfortable for sleeping. I had strange dreams that focused on my nervousness when he’s home alone sometimes. In one dream, I was explaining how I felt, and he was trying to reassure me, saying “I’m not doing anything I shouldn’t do, I mostly sit around and draw anime girls, and send them to Paul.” The dream-Me suggested perhaps that wasn’t the best use of his time. In reality, neither of us knows a Paul, nor are we into anime.
Since I’m back to my normal self, and considering Saturday’s workout, there was absolutely no excuse not to start the day with a yoga session. It helped me clear my head a bit, after a not so amazing sleep. I’ve prepped the chicken for tonight’s dinner: a copycat of Popeye’s fried chicken sandwiches. We both have tomorrow off, a byproduct of the most recent cancelled court date. It’s supposed to be a nice day; the plan is to sleep in, and he’ll give the yard one final mow while I do a workout.
For the moment, however, I’m going to work. It’s a shift with StressedRPh, which already puts a black mark against it, and I have a lot of training stuff to get done over the next few weeks. But, I’ll get through it, and so will you.
