I may have just bought a house. If all goes well, I’ll be planting in that wonderful backyard garden space starting May 18.
My damn knees! I’m too old for this shit! What shit? All the fucking shit!
I went to bed feeling so exhausted and sore last night that it made me sad. I woke up today feeling like I was on the losing end of a street fight. My arms and IT band are both dead and bruised from rolling out, I can’t breathe in deeply without my rib muscles aching, and my abs are so sore I’m forced to use my fucked up arms to sit up straight. I woke up several times last night simply because rolling onto my side was so painful. But! I realize I have no right to complain. I do this to myself, after all. I guess there’s a bit of a masochist in me. Gosh, is it easier to deal with the aftermath when you have somebody to give you a hug or cuddle you, though.
My #1 cuddle buddy is in New Zealand and all the other cuddle options are spread out across the US… none of whom are in CO. I guess this is why making friends is important? Every once in a while, a girl just needs a little physical tenderness and support.