Ah, Friday. Any other week and I’d be proclaiming my love of the day and my anticipation of the oncoming weekend, but today? No. There is no weekend. Friday is dead to me.
We’re still trying to work on the logistics of getting the car fixed. I’m working both weekend days, he’s working on Saturday. With only the one vehicle, it’s just not happening this week. We considered Uber, but the cost would be more than what it would cost to just buy another week’s worth of fluid. Add it stands, it’ll be next weekend, then.
I’m most annoyed by the effect this shit schedule is doing to my activity routine. Between the weather that’s been hot as balls and the shift change, I feel like my evening workouts have been tossed out. My morning yoga got skipped a couple of times because of early shifts. I haven’t been outside with the poi in a week. He’s working tomorrow, and in any other week I’d be doing a fabulous workout. Instead, I’ll be spending midday with the Annoying One. I just want a day to brutalize myself with the weights.
However, that’s not happening. It’s Friday, I’m working, and there’s nothing to be done for it. My lunch is packed, the new girl will be back in again today, my poi are charged, and I need pants.
Happy Friday, my lovely friends 🌞
