Still sore, but much less so than yesterday. Spending part of the evening with windelina and montecristobo at Psycho Suzi's with rum and pizza was excellent fun, though not exactly the most healthy thing I've done in the recent past. And verily did I crash when I got home, and had dreams of being a stage manager for the world's largest masquerade, and something with the unbelievably huge mosquito tiki god.
Tu codigo esta adentro.
Tonight I have a contractor coming over for a couple of things. First is to look at tearing out the old/bad concrete sidewalk and parking pad and replacing it with new, adding a garage foundation and patio de foi gras. That's a tad nebulous as I'm not firm on where I want that whole thing to go. Second is bidding the completion work on the front porch. That I do have a pretty concrete plan on, and will be the next job after the roof.
Then I need to do a final clean-up on the back yard, or as much as I can given that the dumpsterbag is full. I forsee another dumpsterbag in my not-too-distant future.
Lots of hard work lately. And hard work deserves hard play. Won't be right away, but I need to connect with something appropriate in the not-too-distant future. I might wait and coincide it with the first weight-loss goal, which is looming close (though not as close as a couple of days ago thanks to some judicious pizza-noshing). The hard work isn't exactly abating soon so I do have some time, but it's measured in weeks and not months.