Today is July 4th, Independence Day, and I’m home, off from work.
I’ve been pretty tired this week, as I tend to get around my menstrual cycle, so I’m taking it easy. I’m supposed to be on a rest day today with Insanity, but I half-assed the last few days, so I’m going to pick a program to do. Other than that, I plan to lay around and maybe clean a little. I spent the weekend outdoors so I feel no guilt in hibernating today. I have to be up early tomorrow anyway. I’ll probably drink a lot of water today, but that’s about it. Party animal.
Originally written on 27 April. I need to check drafts more often.
-I actually did just that on this particular day.
Thanks to an unexpected work task early today, my work day is now complete. I’m off tomorrow to celebrate a friend’s birthday, which means I have a 3.5 day weekend. I can feel your jubilation for me. Going home. Putting on less “business-casual” type clothing. Wash my car, pick up laundry, grocery store, wine shop. Then I’m tucking into some reading on a new adventure I’m starting. Sounds like a plan.
I swear my menstrual cycle is going to be my undoing. I slept no less than 9 hours a night last week. And felt as shitty as if I had slept 3. I feel a bit better today, but the level of exhaustion was infuriating. I got nothing done. Didn’t exercise, didn’t take laundry in, barely did anything beyond sleep and work. Annoying.
I must be a good fall-er. Have you ever fallen down a flight of stairs, head first? I guess I stayed loose as I tumbled. My apartment is the upper of a two-family. A staircase immediately behind my front door, carpeted. Prior to yesterday I complained about the carpet. After I assessed my minor injuries I was pretty damn happy I didn’t land on bare steps. I have some wicked bruises and I’m sore. I’ll be ok. My shoulders are sore and my right hip is very tender. Scared the shit out of me. I’m still spooked. I’ll be more careful, promise.
I reached for something inconsequential. From the second or third step my foot wasn’t on the step right and I hopped down, that’s when I lost my balance. Landed on my hip, hard. Really hard. Tried to fight the slide but I didn’t want to stiffen up too much. Down on my right side like Superman. Arm folded under my side, forehead into the front door. Alive but holy shit. Nothing broken, thankful. Considering I was in my drawers, especially thankful. Somehow lost a bit of hair I spied later in the door jamb. Hair is acceptable collateral to a broken bone I think.
Perhaps one a day was a lofty aspiration. I’m going to attempt 2 a week to start. One surrounding my cooking shenanigans and one “other”. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. Let’s see how this works out.
No such thing as a “clean slate”. All the good and bad actually happened. Right now matters.