Oh Happy Day

It’s Friday, the sun is shining and in three hours, I get to go home and spend the whole weekend with my house. (Rob and Stew will be there too.)

While Rob was away for the second of two 5-day stints, I taught his kickboxing classes. (The boxing gloves on the avatar to the right are a tribute to this. The skulls represent many of his artifacts which may or may not be prominently displayed in our new home. The bangs represent my rocking new haircut.)

Wednesday, as I was alone in front of a mirrored wall in the studio, listening to Christina Aguilera Stripped, I felt compelled to do some squats and lunges. The lactic acid in my quads thanks me. I’m having trouble maneuvering stairs. In the downward direction.