More Being Busy

Due to an unforeseen dump of work to do, I have little in the way of updates and photographic inspiration. The little morning peace bubble that I usually use for self-reflection, brooding, practicing my comedy, and prayer time, has been short if not neglected in favor of a frantic fight to stay afloat in today's world. 

The Fella and I are just swamped with deadlines and commitments. We come blasting into our days, cutting corners in areas like nutrition and hygiene, and run all day long and crap out at the end of the day. One or both of us has been falling asleep before 9:00. We've been willingly getting into bed by 9:30. Is this how it starts? Surely we'll bounce back, right?

I started a rigorous (that's sarcastic) weight training expedition a couple weeks ago - I'm working to counteract my thighs that fell down when I woke up on my 33rd birthday, and it's going well and all, but it sure makes me sleepy. I've often chuckled at people that go to the gym to pick up heavy stuff just to put it down again, so sometimes I get real tickled about what I'm doing and the ab workout that the laugh attack causes is the cherry on top of a grueling 10 minute workout. Point being, deciding to exercise with weights for the first time in life, alongside all the other bits and bobs, seems to make for an early bedtime. 

In fact, it all that started because of a pre-annoyance about menopause. I read an article about it and got real mad that I have to do that, so I have start building up my bones now even though they say it's already too late. Just another one of life's little slaps in the face.

Brett has more realistic excuses for his exhaustion but it still seems like we should be able to make it to 9:30. He and I haven't had a real conversation since last week sometime and that's saying something for a couple that's usually deep in a polarizing chat about morality and other important topics like "who wore it better." 

We did take approximately 1 hour last weekend to go get ice cream and read in the park and it was as lovely as it sounds like it would be. 

Also, due to Mom being the leader of her bible study group for the semester, Brett and I have been having Monday night dinners with Dad at assorted locales around town. This makes Mom angry because she want go to to these places too, but Dad always waits for a night when she's unavailable. Wonder why that is?

I do have real things to report on. I'm just waiting for a few little pieces to line up and then I'll tell you all about it.