So of course yesterday is the first day back to the gym for this new year, and after a half hour beating on the elliptical, I come home, feeling 7-up. But happiness is short lived, because there is a call from the school, the younger lad is sick, and after a confusing 20 minutes or so, the MIL drops him off here. Could be pukey, then tired is the consensus from the school nurse and a neighbor, and oh boy, I think, how fun. But after a few hours he's seemingly better.
Cut to today, where he's not well enough to go to school, or maybe the warden at the nurse's office said keep him home a day, whatever. So day two at the gym is on hold, but there is good news because the rod that operates the drain in the shower breaks. Yay! Since it's so old, I have to fashion a paper clip, wire, and tape device worthy of MacGyver, and go fishing for a few minutes before I can pull up the spring and the rod. Now the drain once again works, and it's off to make mac and cheese for the younger lad, who is either playing Club Penguin or watching Nick or whatever.
Gym tomorrow, probably not, since there is a gig at night, and I don't want to be whupped. Sunday morning maybe. Ugh.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
While the holidays have left me feeling like I just went 15 rounds with Ali, I am slowly getting back up to speed. And in the sense of a New Year's resolution, I suppose I'll fire up writing here again and see if anything comes out of it. So get your shoes on, and here we go.