When I get out of the pool, I shower and dress and get into the car and drive home. When I get home, now, I get out of the car and walk up a flight of (fairly steep) 10 steps. At the top of those steps, I have to stop and pant. I can't make it from the car, up the stairs, across the garage, in one take. This will now become an action point for me. A goal. I can do it when I haven't been swimming so I know it's doable.
The other night I dreamed that I had to have oxygen 24/7 and it was a bitch and a half. In the dream, I was working out schemes of how I could swim with the tubing. It wasn't working out that well.
Today is house cleaner cleaning day. I have about 20 minutes of stuff I need to do before they get here and probably an hour to do it in.
Nothing else much happening. I have a date on Friday to have lunch with my favorite project manager from my old job. I'm really looking forward to seeing her and catching up. I have not talked to anyone from work since I left 15 months ago. Plus, at her suggestion we're meeting at a new place that has me very excited. The Dish is a very small but wonderful breakfast place. They now have a Dish 2 that I did not even know about and it is semi-near my Saturday pool!!! I'm always looking for breakfast places near that pool and now there is a new one and it's a known great!
Ok, time to quit fiddling around and get to work.