It’s been too long since I’ve felt rested and optimistic. Yesterday was a bad day for both of us, feeling tired and sick and plagued by mountains of work, a parking ticket and a visit with a surgeon. When we finally got home around 8ish we plopped down on the couch with a pizza and the bottle of Jameson and threw in The Runaways. After the movie we melted into each others arms and made out on the couch like teenagers before I dragged him to the bedroom and threw our clothes everywhere. We were asleep by 11p and I didn’t get out of bed until 8a.
Today I feel like there’s a chance I might actually get items off of my to-do list. The number 27 doesn’t seem insurmountable. My goal of 4 liters of water seems possible and I’m entertaining the idea of eating healthier and exercising a bit. It will just take a bit of discipline, right?
I’m going to ignore all of my pessimistic thoughts right now and get back to work. But this blog is something I’ve been ignoring and frankly, we’re making too many good memories to only document the bad ones.
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