Good morning! It’s back to work, and I’m wrestling with the urge to pick up the phone and declare, “I quit! I’ve decided not to work anymore; instead, I’m just going to exist.” Ah, Mondays… they can be so brutal. Maybe that’s why I’m feeling a bit off-kilter today.
This morning, I was tending to the blisters I got from tele skiing twice over the weekend. I think I clocked in about 12 hours on the slopes. So, as I was prepping a bandage (they stick better on clean skin), I reached for a new bottle of rubbing alcohol and… surprise! There was a “protective seal” to break. Really?
What in the world survives in rubbing alcohol? If anything, I’d use this solution to clean something contaminated. It’s not like I drink this stuff. This is akin to our government’s “protective” measures with homeland security. Yeah, sure!
Well, it’s back to work for me, and there’s also the nightly decision about exercise. I’m thinking a 4-mile run to prep for the half marathon in two weeks. This weekend, maybe I’ll hit Lantern Ridge. Any takers?
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