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honestly, it takes me all day sunday to recover from my week at work. i guess it’s probably that way for everyone, except some people may do their major recovery on saturdays. i am physically and mentally worn out and i am really trying to come to terms with tha simple fact that i’m getting older. i always thought somehow i would be like the yogis who stay limber and clear headed into their 80′s. i think about old men who can do crazy yoga poses and they always seem so young and vibrant and glowing and in the back of my mind, i thought it would be like that for me. except i do not do yoga, and i can’t really even touch my toes very well. as much as i tell myself that i’ll stop eating chocolate all day and drinking beers and eating burgers, i keep on doing all of those things with gusto. ah, the struggles of life…
today our calendar said it was grandparents day. well, that suited me fine because i really needed a home cooked meal and a nap. so over to grandmothers and the kids are having a blast and i get to take a long nap too. that was the best nap i can remember. the phone never rang one time. the house was silent because the kids were at grandmothers, and even the yappy dogs didn’t yap. this was a sunday to remember. laid back, ate well, watched usa vs. brazil in soccer, ate 2 mom cooked meals and homemade chocolate chip cookies. that is hard to beat.
on a quick work note, there is some jerk who loves to tag the mens room with 911 conspiracy theory websites. he brings his sharpie marker in there every week or two and i’m close behind with my green paint. i really want to take my sharpie in there and write stuff like, “the guy who tags this bathroom every week is a jerk and makes my life more miserable.” but i don’t think it would make any difference. give me a break already, like it’s not hard enough to make all the pizzas right, and keep checking to see if they dump the dumpster on the right day, and fix the broken fax machine, or deal with a flood in lightnin’ salvage, and now i’ve got some idiot thinking it’s cute to tag my bathroom every week. i’d install a camera in there to catch the guy if it didn’t seem like a perverted thing to do.
he’s got me. he’s in the most private place, the door is locked, he’s got a sharpie and a mission.
on a brighter note, the weather sure is getting nice, eh? cool breezes… we didn’t even use the a/c the last couple days.
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