This week has been a bear. Growl.
Work has been pretty demanding, and when I get home the only thing I want to do is…well, I have had to work every night so after I get home, and work, all I have time for is 20 minutes of mindless television and bed.
To top that off, my computer bit the dust. It’s gone. It’s been on its last legs for a solid month now, though it would come back now and again to live another day, but alas it’s officially dead. Thankfully, my husband backed everything up so we haven’t lost anything. Because of the amount of work I do from home, I can’t put off buying a new computer, no matter how much I want to. Scott keeps reminding me that new computers are happy things, but in light of buying a new home soon, I don’t want to exhaust our resources anywhere but there. I need it, I know, but I’m not happy.
I will probably be happier come tomorrow when I’m clacking away on a new laptop.
We’ve been looking at houses and working. That’s really about it. I’ve managed to avoid gluten and the bloating has subsided, I still haven’t woken up sick, and my jeans aren’t making me want to cry. I biked almost 20 miles on Wednesday. I’m running and spinning, and probably should take a yoga class tomorrow, but I imagine I will probably just kickbox or lift weights. I’m resisting. I don’t know why. Probably because right now I feel as though I don’t have the luxury of release.
Maybe next week.
More soon.
