Mid-day whine

It is hot!

It isn’t Friday yet!

And my ass is killin’ me!

 

OK, now that I have your attention thanks to TMI on the 411, that last whine refers to last night’s yoga class.  My instructor shook up the routine a wee bit.  Changing workouts is a Very Good Thing since the body, clever thang that it is, can become very used to the same routine over and over.  The only negative to a shake up is the owie that accompanies it.  Stretching and contorting into positions that could land me a job in either a Cirque show or specialty porn, the routine gave me one helluva workout, but left me feeling like I had accidentally walked in between two sumo wrestlers just as the match began.  WHUMP!

 

Looking ahead at the weekend, I’m not quite sure how in the world we are gonna do everything that we’d *like* to do.  Our mission – to install a fence around the front yard.  Suffice it to say, I’ve always wanted one, and the time is ripe.  The problem – this involves digging up part of the sprinkler system in addition to all the painting/assembling/installing.  Since I have an event that I need to attend on Saturday, a wild n’ wacky party on Saturday night, and a yoga session on Sunday morning, I do not foresee a tremendous amount of progress being made.  My husbear and I will need to hold a serious pow-wow to figure this all out.

 

WHY OH WHY OH WHY are homes so much freaken’ maintenance?  I really don’t like doing house maintenance.  I want “Doneness.” 

 

Le Sigh.