Another Monday when I didn’t want to get out of bed. So I didn’t. Actually, I got out and journaled a bit and then decided to get back in bed until 7. I skipped showering and managed to eat breakfast before I had to get to work.
I’m still feeling the grief. But I’m getting things done. I’m getting work done and I’m exercising and cooking and cleaning. I’m taking care of myself and my house much better now than I was a year ago.
Right after work, I went into town to feed my friend’s dog. He seemed happy to get dinner and a few pets. I drove rather than using the trike because it’s been raining on and off all day. And I needed time to exercise after eating dinner.
My consequence for skipping some of my planned workouts over the weekend was to do two workouts today. I try to avoid doing the longer workouts at all on Monday, let alone two of them.
After being heated for most of the morning, the level of water in my sauce dropped far enough to satisfy me. It’s a very chunky, tomato forward sauce with an afterkiss of heat. I cooked some protein pasta, and combined that with about a cup of sauce and an ounce of shredded parmesan. It was a delightful dinner, and I’m looking forward to having more of it this week.
I watched more of the first episode of Survivor 50 tonight. I find myself guessing what Ambrose would think of this season. Some of the players he never got to see, but most of them he did. He’d have opinions and insights. I want to plan to watch the finale live, but my Paramount App sometimes gives me Boise’s local CBS and sometimes doesn’t give me any local CBS so I can’t plan on it.
I hope I get a good night’s sleep tonight. And I hope I dream of Ambrose instead of dreaming again that I’ve fallen asleep on the couch…
