I've been neglectful in posting this week. This week started off all wrong.
Part way through Monday as I ran from meeting to meeting, I experienced a sense of relief quickly followed by a crashing burn. Somehow I had been operating under the assumption that it was Thursday (yes, on Monday). The welcomed sense of anticipation for 'one more day before the long weekend' soon vaporized as I looked down at my calendar to four and a half more days of presentations, agendas and influencing.
Somehow I muddled through.
Tuesday evening I kept to my promise of helping a friend search for a new condo. He's a first time home buyer and scared of the whole process. I don't blame him. It is a big ordeal, especially when you're new to it. His agent, in her snazzy new Mustang, picked us up and my house and brought us three places. In order they were as follows: 1.) nasty (enough said), 2.) nice with old flair and a unique charm and 3.) old brick building newly renovated with perfect blend of old and new. He's opting for # 3. It's basically brand new and within walking distance to nearly everything. In fact, he will most likely be making an offer on it today. It took me seven months to make a decision, him about a day.
Yesterday I had fitness bootcamp. We started up a new class last week. This one's a killer. My abs were so tender from Monday's class that I could barely move. I actually cut the skin on my tailbone from doing sit ups without my mat. I was wondering my undies were stained. For a second I thought I neglectful in certain areas but it was actually dried blood. No pain, no gain.
Okay enough I'm really sharing too much when I talk about my stained undies. Over and out...
P.S. Bandit says hello. He's snuggled up on the couch all warm and content. It's 6 degrees outside.