Saturday six on the eve of my 54th birthday
Dinner last night was perfectly lovely. Corner table on the banquette, delicious food and my best guy.
Went to my Saturday morning class and I pushed myself. Hard. Teacher had us add the bar to our sled — which means it was leg day — and I added 40 lbs. to it. When we took the bar off, we did a set of bent over rows. My PB when lifting at home was 30 lbs so I felt good about being able to do 40.
My dad & stepmom sent me a gift box from Harry & David with treats and wine. The marble cake is fine. The chocolate covered cherries are AMAZING — kind of mad about it. Trying the wine to tonight.
Have been having whacky, active, upsetting dreams. Last night’s was a doozy which I’m chalking up to rich food and a cocktail. Fighting my instincts to text someone, “lol no reason but are you ok?” Mergatroid’s in gatorade or something.
I wrote out little reviews/recommendations on note cards for the books I’m taking to the office. My inner bookshop clerk was happy to write them out.
Au revoir, late-early-fifties. Hola, early-mid-fifties.