Was planning on getting up at a reasonable hour and getting a bunch of work done. I’m still gonna get a bunch of work done–but mos def NOT because I got up at a reasonable hour. I’m having another goddamn kidney stone, and it has me hobbling around like a 90-year-old without a cane. Dang and Fie!
As such, I didn’t get out of bed until about an hour ago, and will be heading back there soon replete with ibuprofen.
The lesson: I can have a few almonds on occasion–such as in a KIND bar. But buying that big bag of smokehouse almonds for me and H? Nope. That is right out.
Anyway, my lawyer client in Texas needs 4 new blogs by tomorrow. I have 2 things to write for AC, and a couple of Kinkly thinks I need to get done over the next week. It will help when it doesn’t cause agony to sit in my desk chair.
Shark Week sucks now. I know I’ve been saying this every year for a while now, but it makes me so sad that it’s become a fearfest of shark attacks. Looks like there are a few conservation shows this year. But the alternate 7-Days-of-Shark on NatGeo is still a damn sight better.
I’m off to drink more water and go back to bed. Owwie.