Today I'm on the warpath. Projects that once mocked me while resting on the couch, now fear me.
That's right. I said fear me.
So far I've de-cluttered, dusted, moved lite stuff and reclaimed our living space. Which, sadly, we've long outgrown. And since buying a house is put on hold, I'm going to have to make peace within these trailer walls.
Or as Tim calls it, our really long hallway.
I love him.
But I don't love these partial projects mocking me, so I best get back to kicking their asses. And, even better, I'm mobile with nowhere near the amount of pain I've been in.
And dig this, my doctor cleared me to return on the 18th. So if everything continues well, I'll soon be a preppie again.