We are so close to finishing. Sunday was not a very early morning either, as I do try to be decent and sleep late(r) on the weekends. Sometimes it really doesn’t work out, but on occasion I manage to make it to 9 or once I slept until 11. If I am not sick, or dealing with insomnia, that isn’t usual anymore.
It took me some time to get out of bed and start moving. Everything was really sore and I couldn’t even change out of my night clothes with my right shoulder explaining in shouty expletives that I should not have been throwing the small white bags to the pile like I play for the Texas Rangers the day before. Duly noted, pal. I had some swelling in my left knee and my thigh muscles were very angry as well. I did not realize I had been doing squats, but apparently I was at some point. They must have been perfectly formed too because all of “those” muscles were on fire like when I used to do the Insanity work outs and take aerobics. Then tacos came, and you know. We all change.
After realizing that the coffee fairy was not coming, I managed to get out of bed, text Sue Ann to see if her coffee fairy came (and hers had, YAY!), load up in Claudia with Matthew and we headed out to finish cleaning. Those heated seats are so wonderful for sore muscles, let me just say.