Sunday, January 01, 2006
I am enjoying this final Sunday of full repose; next week I believe I begin working again. Last night I fell asleep around nine-thirty, woke up at midnight to distant fireworks (rolling over with an agonized moan that I wasted 2005 and will waste 2006), finally fell asleep again around two, then woke up again at six to read.
I peeked into the apartment community fitness room and decided I might try the bike machine thingy. I have never used a bike machine thingy. I brought the book down, that I might read it on this bike machine thingy. I just hope it doesn't make my thighs weep tomorrow, for tomorrow I must be a busy bee: I have the doctor to visit, plasma to donate, and apartment complexes to call upon.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 9:24 AM]