Did I say my husband liked playing with his Fitbit Charge, the one that is also a super cool space traveling watch?
He’s not playing. He walks in every day as I feel pleased about my 5,000 steps or so, and sings out, “I got 10,000!” Apparently factory work is more vigorous than I had thought.
I’m exhausted. I’m not sleeping well, largely because I live with a menagerie (and a man who gets up at 2:00 a.m.) so my sleep is constantly disturbed. I’m working fiendishly, if fiends work. I’m skipping my workouts for work. I’m eating irregularly and having way too much of the Evil 6.
Tomorrow, though, I’m going to lunch and shopping with #1 daughter after I give the final for my class.