Light at the end of the tunnel...

Meaning, the weekend is near.
Not just any weekend.
A three-day weekend.
Those are the best. I think every weekend should be three days long. Wouldn't we all be a lot more relaxed?

And since I not only got paid this week, but got my tax refunds, I can do a little shopping. Hallelujiah! Breathing room!

Okay, so you know the problem with working out more often? It's creating more laundry for me, and you already know how I feel about that. That's a workout in itself.

I won't complain (much), though, as my muscles are showing signs of life again, especially my quads, glutes, and abs. I even went out to walk last evening even though I was really sleepy, it was damned cold, and I had a ton of laundry to do. I just don't want to lose any momentum. I'm really happy to see (and feel) those muscles doing their thing again. Maybe it won't take me as long to get back to where I was as I thought. Whoda thunk?

This evening, Miss Sassyhair and I will be resuming our little Margarita Thursday tradition. We haven't done this since... uh.... umm... last year? Well before Christmas? It's been toooooo long.