It’s Tuesday. That’s all I have to say about that.
Sunday night while the Feef was slaving away outside in the heat (building the shed…as if he didn’t already have enough to do), I poured myself a glass of wine and started a new book. That overwhelming feeling that I talked about last week has sort of been lingering. I’m also disappointed that I haven’t been to spin class in a while. Going home after work and vegetating on the couch is just so much more appealing than sweating it out next to a toned high-school chick on the tredmill.
Mike and I ordered a pizza for dinner, too. Something about stuffed crust makes me happy inside.