They now represent work.

Yesterday. Whoa. Yeah.

So, workout wasn’t bad. The one at 6am. That one was pretty awesome. A week’s worth of rest was what the doctor ordered. I was on my “A” game at 6am. Well, as on your “A” game as you can be at 6am.

The workout at 4:30pm on the other hand, well, that’s another story. A story of suffering and shortness of breath. Overall, though, I was still pleased that I was able to do the second workout. I mean I finished it and didn’t die. So, there’s that. Two months ago? I would have died.

Like an inchworm. Slowly advancing. Soon, I’ll have the mental and physical strength of two men. Yamamoto Tsunetomo told me so.

Furious Jessy did tell me that my butt was looking pretty nice. Soon I’ll look like Swayze in Road House. Aw, yeah.

Anyway, new job stuff. People inquired. I’ll explain. I am still working for the same people. I am just doing the same job for more people. For more money.

I spent the majority of my day yesterday organizing a closet filled with supplies and changing/inventorying lightbulbs. No joke. I changed a metric crapload of lightbulbs. The scary part, I didn’t have at least 22 bulbs that I needed. I’ll be handling that today. Buy and replace more lightbulbs. It’s on my list.

Other things on the list involve me doing a bunch of other small things not worth mentioning. Then I’m helping Marvel Girl fix her bike and having dinner at the Rev. Dark Wombat’s.

But first, I must workout. Again. Doctor’s orders.

Enjoy this trailer to start your day off, instead of doing a million push-ups:

All right. I’m outta here. Have a great day.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC