Trying to make this early rising a thing. I now have two alarms: one to remind me to go to bed, and one to wake me. Another week of the job I ought not have taken begins (38, but who’s counting?) and while I’m not miserable, I have very few Fs left to give. I’m good at concealing it so far, I think, but I won’t really know how well I’ve done that until I give notice.
Back to our usual content.
I bet she’s about to leave the
house hotel like that. The mind boggles. Put some clothes on, young lady!
Stop scratching the floor!
Funny, she doesn’t look diesel.
Artsy shot. If she had gas that day, it might have been an artsy-fartsy shot.
Heels in the gym always makes me giggle. I miss the gym.
I really miss deadlifting.
And I really, really miss my abs.
Old office used to have a heavy bag. I miss that too.
Seriously soft focus on this one. Makes me nervous.
And with that I’m back off the couch to get my coffee into the thermos and get moving. Gotta do 4 10s this week so I can be home tomorrow with Possum.
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