Friday finds me feeling excited for the weekend.
As usual, Saturday and Sunday are scheduled to the hilt, much like the work week. Mind you, the weekend schedule is full of sport and leisure (well OK, leisure at least) while the week is filled with sweat and toil – so it’s a more welcomed allotment of time. Despite my midweek pep-soliloquy, I still found my daytime thoughts drifting too often to the coming RV odyssey. In one of my more out-there daydreams, I imagined finding a plot of land somewhere on the cheap. Buying it and getting the government to pay me to not grow corn. My conscious would get used to it, perhaps.
Tomorrow Sharaun is running/biking in a duathlon. If Cohen’s fever stays away I plan to take the kids down and cheer her along Tour de France style. I admire her for doing this, and hope she’s happy with her finish. Me, I’ve fallen completely off the wagon. Haven’t been to the gym in weeks, gave up caring about what I dump down my gullet, and am hovering around where my metabolism thinks my “stasis” is (which, unfortunately, is not anywhere near where the AMA thinks my weight should be). Eight out of ten doctors agree: I’m fat again.