This loser is having a trying week and coming down with a serious case of cabin fever. Let's see...it took me no fewer than 5 hours to make my way home from work on Wednesday night. (I agree with John - shouldn't that be worth something in stress-burnoff points??) Since Wednesday, my laundry room flooded (leak source untraceable) and soaked a brand new box of kitty litter, spreading a repulsively slimy sludge across my new ceramic tile and hallway carpet; a roof leak has developed over my bedroom above the bed; my garage door won't open (car inside); and I wrenched my L5 while shoveling the driveway. I left the house once to visit my chiropractor and walk the dog, but have otherwise have been ridiculously immobile, popping Advil and rehabbing with the ice-heat-stretching routine. I've got the fruit and veggies dept. well covered, but don't think the cardio cops or skinny police will be singing my praises this week.
And Jen, it might be more readily disabling if you go ahead and kick Stephen in the other shin. I don't blame you for being frustrated, but remember we're only 2 weeks in. Besides - the temperature really dropped this week; ee're battling our body's instinct to stock extra pounds for insulation and warmth...right?
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