Last week the Waschsalon attendant was the one who was late, today it’s me. In an unusual twist, I slept “late”, finally getting my ass out of bed a little before 7:00.
Stress test was short but hard, about twelve minutes on a treadmill during which the speed and incline increased over time. By the time I stepped off I was huffing and puffing, and breaking out into a sweat. No results yet.
Nothing penned into my calendar this weekend; the world is my oyster.