Because it was just starting to be light in the mornings when I got up, and now that’s shot to hell for a month at least.
What’s she looking at?
Hopefully everyone survived the SBBME and the SOTU and the Tax Cut and the Shutdown and Collusion and the Nork Bombs and … Is it my imagination or did stuff like this happen all the years before in my life, just with less fanfare? Even weather events like winter storms seem to require special names. I blame Obama and Snapchat.
Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. It’s always fun when my image searches lead me right back to H2. Gotta get some new search terms.
Song for the day. (Not doing “Total Eclipse of the Heart”)
Let’s see who’s in the hunky folder.
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So what I’ve learned is that I’m not managing stress well at all lately. I’ve taken too much on, or at least what I’ve taken on has swelled beyond what I can cope with adequately. I need to spend some effort on dealing with that, managing it, because it’s not going away any time soon.
Looks warm there.
The binders, that is. Also, work is going to be weird this week. We were supposed to be doing a huge thing that required travel and burning disks and now that’s in a Puerto Rican warehouse.
Matching outfit.
Since last week’s Monday was basically a bye week for Monday enthusiasts, as was the week before that, I’m calling this the first real Monday of 2018. You don’t read my defunct blog, and shouldn’t, but I posted some goals there for the year.
Today’s pilates workout:
Going to follow that up with my normal calisthenics at some point, maybe just treat this as a dynamic warmup. I think this would be plenty if I didn’t also want big gunz.
Ikea shopper.
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