I miss the gym and I even think it misses me. Thanks to a week of different agents wrecking havoc on my body, I have failed to show face all but one day. And not much face at work either. I am now crawling out of my den, very slowly, and trying to pick back up where I left off. Rather difficult to do when you're still not feeling 100%. The process of emerging from out of commission takes a lot, a lot of patience mostly. I'm still finding my rhythm and trying to get my strength back after the flu and removal of wisdom teeth. E said he'd buy me some new ones. Teeth that is. The good news is I didn't create any embarassing scenes under the influence of the "happy juice," unlike the girl in the room next to me. She was a show all by herself.
I've mostly just spent a lot time lying around. Now, pushing on, I'm looking forward to rest where I don't feel completely spent.
Spring break, and Christmas break, have to be the best parts of my job. Breaks and a certain little face that looks at me like it genuinely loves me.
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