And you shall know me by the corners I’ve turned.
I got to sell cheese today.
I successfully managed the restaurant and a retail location at the same time.
I climbed 50 flights of stairs and didn’t realize it until Fitbit told me.
My ass is telling me it knew hours ago.
10 of those flights were carrying bread trays to the basement freezer, one at a time, about 12-15 lbs each.
For the first time in weeks I didn’t feel like going to bed the minute I got home.
I took Tucker to the dog park instead and watched the sun set.
I met a corgi named Phoebe. We are to be wed.
Tucker behaved really well.
I brought wine.
I met a puggle named Henry. We are to be wed.
Thin. Crust. Pizza. Delivery.
Within minutes of ordering pizza I saw that I walked 18k steps and 50 flights of stairs today, which negates all guilty thoughts about ordering pizza.
Doctor Who with my guy over FaceTime.
I don’t have to work tomorrow.