I knew I should have walked this morning when it was only cold and looking like rain.
Dreadmill day.
You know the ones? Where you start out great. Things fall into place early. You’re looking forward to a great, productive day.
Then life rears its ugly head and tosses it all in the compost pile.
In theory I’m going to get on the treadmill later today, but it may just be my second Red day of the year.
Ah well. I hear good things about tomorrow.
A Blue day. I got home and loaded the file only to discover that the only parts I can hear are “Good morning…” and “…talk to you then.” Probably because I was looking at the phone. The rest of the file was wind and traffic sounds.
Ah well. Tomorrow’s another day.
