dual personalities

Well, hello there. It must be Wednesday again. And as usual I’m all frenzied having had a busy day topped with a trip to the grocery store. There’s something about the parking lot at the Jefferson City Hy Vee that just really does not bring out the best in me. I need to do some deep breathing exercises to recover.

Maybe a little Jim Gaffigan will help.

I can’t decide if watching that made me feel fatter or thinner. My favorite part is when he refers to Jon Hamm as his stunt double. I feel a little like this these days:

If only I’d spent the last seven (eight?) weeks doing sit ups and burpees as I’d intended and not just calling my one walk a day “exercise”. Oh well. It turns out summer bodies are NOT made in quarantine.

I always say I should start writing these posts on the weekend so they aren’t just my angry ramblings on Tuesday evening–but I sat down this Sunday and was like “Hmmmm….no inspiration….maybe something will inspire me on Tuesday” and here we are.

This did make me laugh this week. And I did hear some Marty Stuart on the radio. But boy I feel like we all need a reprieve from this pandemic. My weariness does amaze me. I feel like this calls for some singing of Bob Dylan. Loudly. Sorry neighbors.

*Mr. Tamborine Man, Bob Dylan