Our new bathroom is now 100% functional!
WOOOOOT!
We’re not done, yet. There are some issues with the light fixture and the cabinet that need to be resolved, and a couple of wall hooks and maybe another toilet-paper holder to install, but we are so close!
I’m excited.
In other news, I’ve been feeling sort-of sick for about a month now. Nothing major. Just a mungy throat, achey joints, moderately upset stomach, and persistent dehydration. Like I said, nothing major. Just aggravating. The sort of thing that gives me an excuse to skip workouts and eat junk food on the couch. You know, so I’ll feel better. And maybe not the best way to maintain my usual, um, sunny disposition.
(You can stop laughing now. K, thanks.)
As I was shoveling a slab of black forest cake into my face, after munching down a few squares of milk chocolate and sipping a mini-bottle of Coke, it occurred to me that my recent health issues might not be some random virus brought to me by my six-man crew of adorable carrier monkeys. It MIGHT have something to do with the end of the take-out ban, and the total Gorge Fest somewhat less restrained eating habits that have gone on here ever since. And MAY have influenced my recent lackluster 10k time. And PERHAPS had some bearing on why I’ve been a total bitch tad moody in the evenings, of late.
I know. I went to university, and everything.
I’m a thin person with good muscle tone and a fast metabolism. (Obviously the result of pure luck and genetics.) But I feel just as shitty as anyone else does when I eat garbage too often. It’s time for a change. Again.
