Could this week BE any busier?
The work never ends. And never will apparently.
And I think I have a cold. Because why not.
Terrible week for the scale. Undid three weeks of progress. I blame stress. And not ALL THE WINE. And gelato.
Heard from a friend who hasn’t heard from me in a while. But when I said things are ok-but-not-100%, that ended that. Hmm.
Oh well. No time to “do me.” I got 99 things to do and working this weekend damn sure ain’t one of them.