So next week is a two game week. Whew. That's exhausting to think about. I need to rest up today.
I thought for sure my neck and shoulders and arms would be screaming in pain today after all the bending, squatting, lifting, pushing, pulling I did yesterday but not so bad at all. My lower back is a little twitchy but not fatally and none of it bothered me while I was swimming.
This is a little misleading in that the out door sensor is, right now, sitting in direct sunlight but... if you were up here where there is at least a breeze and you were sitting next to that sensor on my terrace you'd be baking... Me? I'm inside where it's lovely and cool, thankyouverymuch. At 10:47 in the morning. I don't want to even thing about what it's going to be like out there this afternoon.
I'll be inside, watching the ballgame, doing a little sewing, sitting in my new chair.
And listening to Stephen King's latest book. I'm no a fan of his supernatural stuff but he can sure tell a story. And his latest will probably have some supernatural in it but it enough that I don't care. PLUS, this book is 18 hours long which I love. The prospect of diving into a tale and not having to come out for hours and hours is very appealing.
I think I'll go tackle that bag I was making/fucking up/making/fucking up on Friday. Maybe it just needed a rest.