Workday Blues

After work yesterday I went home and collected Jonathan and Greg and headed to the gym. I wasn’t sure how much I’d be able to do with hurting as much as I have been but I gave it a go. I managed an hour but decided against any cardio. I was beat. Jonathan had an appointment with a trainer which didn’t start until I was done so I headed home and told him I’d come back and get him when he was done. Greg decided to stay as well to finish up his workout. I don’t really feel that bad this morning which is good news. Maybe I just need to keep at it so as not to get all atrophied.

I made shrimp tortellini for dinner and we watched some television. Jonathan passed out before nine o’clock so I got him off the couch and headed him to his room. I told him it wouldn’t do any harm to get a good night sleep and not to push it by staying up. It wasn’t too much longer after that that I was in bed and without the help of any sleep aids I was out cold sometime after nine-thirty. Felt pretty good this morning too.

Work is a drag again this morning. Very slow and I’m looking for things to keep me busy. I have to call the bank that holds the note on my car. They sent me some paperwork they want me to sign so as to keep my car. It’s nothing complicated, just procedural. My hearing is November 2nd so after that I’ll know where I stand.

I have to pick Jonathan up at lunch and take him back to his high school for the afternoon class he has there. I’m gonna have Courtney and Kyle with me this weekend. I haven’t had them over in a couple of weeks with all the tile work I was doing for Frankie. Speaking of which, he seems like he’s pissed at me today. I know he said he wasn’t happy with the tile work but that was because the concrete floor in the house was uneven and I couldn’t fix that. I’m assuming it’s because of the tile job that he’s still grumpy but I don’t know. I’m not gonna ask him though. If that’s the reason he’s miffed then it’s his problem. He already knocked five hundred bucks off of what we’d agreed upon for the job. I’d say he got a great fucking deal so too damned bad.