I have been a lazy piece since I got back from Hawaii. Largely because I have been (self-)prescribed rest to recover from my injury, I’ve worked out exactly 0 times.
I have, however, started walking everywhere I can…including the 2 miles to work and 2 miles home every day until I get back into some sort of schedule. Rain or shine. I figured that in addition to just moving, on the sunny days, if I wear shorts in the afternoon, it might help get rid of my attractive race tan lines that will. not. go. away.
Plus it’s a nice way to start and end the workday.
Paul is 2 weeks out from Boards, so I’ve been seeing him just about never. The chickens are still kickin ass and taking names, though Michelle has started laying her eggs from one of the perches inside the coop. If the straw isn’t positioned correctly on the ground to catch the egg, it breaks. So we’re working on a better answer to that problem.
Paul also moved Spike’s old doghouse into their pen and filled it with straw, hoping they’d start laying inside. So far all they’ve done is go in every day and kick all the straw out. Every morning, Paul goes out there and puts the straw back inside. It’s a battle of wills.
Figuring out what’s up next this weekend. Getting back into the swing of things.