I am spent.
My body is tender from two days of painting and what feels like countless Insanity workouts. I really meant to go to the hospital tonight but I don't think I would have been much company. Besides, there were some reinforcements for the night.
Instead, I took a long, steaming bath while Fiona clawed at the bubbles from the relative safety of the ledge. Caught up on my book. Caught up on my thoughts.
Then I stood outside in the backyard for about two minutes in my towel. That felt nice.
I've been getting along with my brother lately and so the slow transformation of the old/new Terzo Piano lounge has been quite enjoyable. There was a moment early Sunday morning where I thought I was going to kill him for whipping up a dust storm after taking a grinder to the very stairs we were supposed to be painting. Dust is a terrible thing to have to face on a partial hangover. So I went to pick up some coffee instead. Then all was well.
I feel like we've been chipping at the place for a solid two weeks now. We go through these very productive bouts. It's the way my brother likes to work in winter and I really don't mind. The goal is to have the downstairs ready for the Billiardini tournament this Friday night.
Then maybe I can slide back into a little more creative work. Maybe spend a little more time thinking through this blog. Perhaps make it a little bit more eye catching. And a little bit more public.
Yes, a little more public.
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