Jacki is back from her honeymoon so not only did we get to to ride together tonight, but we have our first lesson set for next Tuesday!
Aside from that I have absolutely nothing of interest to report. Except that I did go to the gym this morning, for the first time in months. I have a love/hate relationship with the gym. I hate the gym, but I love it when my clothes fit. I get in cycles where I go regularly, then I totally fall off the wagon. I was going regularly last fall, but last December I had a derailment of my personal life and I had quite a few weeks where it was an accomplishment just to get up and go to work, so I completely quit the gym. Now I'm back -- we'll see how long this cycle lasts. The only way I can tolerate it is to spend half an hour on the elliptical with my Kindle and iPod. Yes, I get that that's not balanced, and no, I absolutely do not care. It's better than nothing, which is the alternative (being a slug on my couch and snuggling with dachshunds).
I'm off to finish celebrating #NationalWineDay. The slogan for today is "Slay all day, and then rosé."
Or in my case, pink moscato (that's all I have in the fridge) that DH bought me at the dollar store. No, I'm not joking, and yes, we're kinda redneck. Oh well.
|On my front porch, because I'm just that classy.|