My body hates me. The Spouse Thingy is going to want to hit the gym again today, and my body is busy hating me.
It’s a beautiful day, however—I can see actual sunshine out my office window—so it might be a day to pull my car out of the garage and take it for a spin with the top down. He can go ahead and take himself to the gym; I can drive around in the sunshine, grinning like a fool, and then I’ll take myself out for this huge, so-not-good-for-you lunch. Simply because I can.
Or I’ll sit here and whine about how much I ache from just a half hour of swimming half assed laps…
You didn’t think I’d spend the day working did you?