I should have gone to the gym today, as I never made it Tuesday, so I only got there for one day this week. It's not enough. I'd say my bad, but I want to kill anyone I hear use that stupid expression.
But, I didn't get there. I intended to go, but I didn't. You know how it is.
We went walking early. It was actually a great day for walking, as there was a fairly strong breeze, which I love. I love the wind it makes me feel alive. And it sure made a change to yesterday, blowing away all the heat and the sweat and stickiness, right out of our, er, souls? Hair? Saturday? I dunno, but it made a nice change.
Then it was just couches and screens, you know how it is.
It deluged with rain, like a torrential storm, the only type we seem to get now a days, climate change anyone, then it died off as if it was over. Then there was a lull where we all caught our breath watching the street gutters expel the run off. Then it poured with rain again, rain drops bouncing off the ground like bullets. Then it stopped and the sun came out brightly, sparkling and glistening on the rain drops hanging off everything.
Mark still isn't really coming good. He's not getting worse, but he's not getting better either. What does that say about post-operative infection? I don't know. Everyone is staying positive. I wish I wasn't 1600 kilometres away. I should have gone. Cross your fingers.
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