Saturday, February 1, 2014:
Day of Rest
Woke up with some pretty gnarly chest congestion; honestly, I've been fighting this all week. Felt just fuckin run over after this week. Still no resolution on the housing end, which has tried every ounce of my patience. Possibly for the rest of my life. Tried to go to dinner with my wife last night, and ended up with a flat tire on the way there (one of my new tires, actually, the same one as last time, taking the same route, and it was snowing). So, I had to pull over and change the fucker. Thankfully I had some of those plugs in my trunk, so I was able to mend it pretty easily, and get it back on. Getting the tire off was another story, as the shop had just put a new one on a week ago. They used the pneumatic gun to set the bolts in, so it was a bitch getting them to turn over. Does that count as a deadlift?
Anyhow, felt really cranky this morning. Also, I woke up with nightmares re: the house, around 3am, and couldn't fall back asleep until around 5am. Slept til 9am, which is far later than usual. So, pretty sure this is all a good fucking sign to take the day off - even though I hate taking the day off on Saturday. I did manage to clear some of the new snow that fell overnight, so I guess I got a little bit of back/core work in. I'll hit the gym tomorrow morning, unless I give in and have a couple beers tonight. Maybe I'll do both. Making some badass pasta primavera tonight with pesto. I even bought a baguette of bread, which I never ever eat. I mean, I bet I haven't had bread in nearly a year. I'll post up some pics.