I thought I was going to suck it up after the mask requirement was reimposed last week. I was wrong. I managed to get a run in last Sunday but that was it for the week. The reclosure of my gym Monday night took a toll. Tuesday through Friday I had a plan to get up and workout at home. It didn’t happen. Not.A.Single.Day.

I couldn’t figure it out at first. Sure, Late Night Glibs™ is a lot of fun and keeps me up too late. But I could have turned off my phone and went to sleep. Except I noticed my sleep was often fitful and I was getting up more than usual during the night.

I was tired in the morning but I don’t mind drinking an extra cup of coffee and grinding out my day. But I found my myself dragging, distracted, and less productive than usual.  Midweek it hit me after a court hearing. I thought I was under a bit of stress leading up to the hearing because it was pretty important for my case. But I didn’t feel any real relief later that day. The f***ing gym closure, mask requirement, and general sense there was another shoe ready to drop was making me perpetually anxious. I hate my governor.

The other bit of drama involved whether my kids would be going back to school in the fall. The oldest attends college on the east coast. It seemed like the school administration was making a genuine effort to get the students back on to campus. It was good news when we learned that was so.

My youngest starts high school. This one was a nail biter. Two neighboring counties will have remote “learning” in the fall.  Another neighboring county is was bringing kids back to school. A local poll found 70% of parents wanted schools to reopen in the fall. I was cautiously optimistic it would happen for my youngest. Then Newsom dropped the other shoe. Motherfucker.

This is my weekend to feel sorry for myself and get my act together. Monday starts a new week and I’ve got to adapt to circumstances. I’ll almost certainly go back to my previous at home routine and look for some more twists on those exercises. I’ve ordered a kettlebell. I have to figure out what to do with my pull up bar. It damaged my doorway after 4 months of use.

This week’s music. For Rhywun. How are you doing Rhy? You’ve been scarce since the surgery.

I’m feeling self-indulgent. One more for me.