As I type this itâ€™s 5:50am, Iâ€™ve had a poor night of sleep, eaten a double serving of pancakes and blackberries with maple syrup, and am considering going down into the basement to ride the trainer before starting work. I was going to go on an actual bike ride this morning, but I am feeling kinda sad and just canâ€™t motivate myself to do it.
Happy birthday to me! ðŸŽ‰ðŸŽ‰ðŸŽ‰
I wish the City would finally pick up my yard bags so I can stop removing the bags of dog shit that inconsiderate dog owners have been depositing into them.
There, I feel a little bit better.
Apparently hand sawing is a decent workout for a 54-year-old man because my AppleWatch gave me more credit for yesterdayâ€™s hour of yard work than for the four hours I spent doing yard work on Saturday. Go figure.
Birthdays on Wednesdays are bad enough, but thanks to Coronavirus I canâ€™t comfortably gather with others at a bar to have celebratory drinks. Dangen! Oh well, such is life. If I can make it to 56 I will happily celebrate my birthday next year in a bar, or so I hope, under the leadership of a new president, or so I hope. Other than trainer riding and work I donâ€™t have anything else planned for today. I am trying to figure out if I am going to stay at home and do my normal Wednesday routine of Top Chef with Betsy, or finding fun elsewhere.
Thatâ€™s all I have.
Time to go work off a couple of pancakes.
Hope you are all having a happy and healthy week.