It was like all of the pedals just flopped backwards. It looked like they had just given up. I feel like this some days...Where I get home and just flop down on the couch, tired for really no reason. I think a lot of it has to do with not exercising very much and just sitting all day at work. I'm trying to remedy that by starting to run again, so we'll see how that goes.
Today at work I was in the middle of a conversation and wasn't paying attention to what I was doing. I had one of those self inking date stamp thingys and somehow I got my fingers in between the actual stamp and the ink pad. Next thing I know, I look down and I have black ink all over my fingers. About a minute later, the FedEx man came in wanting me to sign for a package and I was like "ummm, could somebody else sign?" And he was all "oh are you too good to sign for FedEx?" And I had to explain that somehow I managed to get ink all over my hand. The picture below is after washing my hands like 20 times. I felt like Jo in Little Women when Professor Bhaer tells her he knew she was a writer because she had ink on her hands. Only I'm not a writer, just clumsy!
I made sausage gravy and
Ok that's all I have today. I'm kinda boring today. And I want to watch Downton Abbey online. :) Cheers!