As I check more items off my honey do lists (one for each day) I feel more and more accomplished. I find myself doing things for me; my happiness, my aspirations, my goals and my sanity. I also find the time I never thought I had to do stuff around the house and for the family. I finally woke Pepper up -slept nearly all day long- and now she is trying to type with me and put in her literary knowledge which is pretty extensive for a kitten of only three months. As you would have it, I did not go for a walk yet; instead I made my way to the pool and couldn’t be happier that I did.
My thighs doubled from the 92 days I spent working the 9-5 in the office with one day a week teaching dance for four straight hours and I have only one word for it, unacceptable. My parents laughed as if it comes with the territory and my dad called it the secretary spread. Gross the name alone makes me think of nasty curdled dairy.