An Exercise in Futility….

I didn’t go to knitting group as planned last night. I got home from work, quickly walked and fed the boys, stripped out of the monkey suit, and crawled in bed.* I didn’t wake up except to talk to husband twice – the first time to let him know of the dog’s walk status (and this was after he had been home a while and walked them again) and the second to ask for a glass of water when he woke me up to make me move over when he came to bed. Otherwise, I was dead to the world. I didn’t hear husband’s arrival home. I didn’t hear the alarm this morning. I didn’t hear the return home from the morning walk when Lucky usually makes a racket. I didn’t hear anything.

When I did rouse myself out of bed around 6:40 AM this morning, I felt like a real human again. No chills like yesterday morning and as today has progressed, no fever. Much better. It is questionable, however, as to whether or not I’m going to the gym tonight. I feel like I should, but don’t want to push it. I’m thinking the dogs will get individual long walks instead followed by a series of squats and lunges in our living room. (ha ha, the mental image of that is hysterical to me)

*Careful readers may notice that this sentence doesn’t include any mention of a blog posting. See, I’m tricky like that. I sometimes write several posts at once and then delay publishing so that I have regularly updated content. This is what I did for last night’s post about the gym and my goals.
:-D