I’m staying home from WW. I don’t think they’d appreciate me coughing through the whole workshop.
According to my scale, I’m down almost 5. I think it’s water weight. But that’s okay. It still counts toward my 9-month timeline.
I haven’t started the blog post, yet. I have to rewrite someone else’s post in my own words. That’s kind of harder than just writing one from scratch. Because instead of writing, you’re sort of unwriting. Does that make sense? No? Well, I tried.
There’s a ton of stuff that needs to be done. Normally, I start laundry on Saturday, but I did absolutely nothing yesterday. Okay, that’s a lie. I did load the dishwasher. And cleaned the island, but you’d never know it.
I try not to be a whiny burden when I’m sick, but I feel like I’ve been pretty whiny this weekend. Usually, even when I am sick, I try to power through it, and continue to do what needs to be done. Because I have to. I’ve got little kids, I don’t really have a choice. But yesterday I was just plain useless.
I’m sure I’ll be going to work tomorrow. I’m back in MP! But probably masked. People might think I have COVID even though I don’t. I don’t want to scare anyone. And this general cold is bad enough that I don’t want to spread it. Those home tests are expensive, 20 bucks!
Anyway, that’s it for this morning. I feel like I just barely got up and morning’s almost over. I’ve got work to do. Got to get going. In a few minutes. Maybe 10:30. Aw, who am I kidding?
Thanks for reading 😁