I'm not going to the gym tomorrow. I did tough sessions of both strength training and cardio (well, tough for me) this morning. Nor do I have any appointments, nor do I expect to be seeing the girls, my son, or anyone else until I head back for the gym at 8:00 Monday morning.
Last week, for one reason or another, I was with either Justice, Alex, or Sean for six days in a row. I don't mean that this wasn't enjoyable. As well as driving the girls around, I saw the new Batman movie with Sean and Lee, spent one afternoon getting mani/pedies with the girls, and on Friday spent a full day shopping with Justice and Alex. (This was because I brought home a ton of swag from Ascendio for Alex and needed to make it up some how to Justice.) Bought myself a new wallet, a new purse, a bunch of mis-matched socks, and a bottle of perfume.
So I'm not exactly complaining. It was all much fun. But I so need this next 36 hours to myself. I've had no real time to recover from Florida -- everyone needs a vacation to recover from a vacation -- and I'm tired down to my bones and brain.
Also have an absurdly long Urgent To-Do List that I've hardly had a chance to look at this past week.
Oh - The Batman movie? It wasn't bad. I hid my face every time Commissioner Gordon's life was in danger. I just couldn't stand to see Gary Oldman die again.
Wednesday is Sean's 29th birthday. He says he wants clothes as a gift. That seems awfully dull. I guess everyone is hurting economically these days, with the exception of the 1%.