You have to love days like this. You think you have a handle on your recovery and even get to bed at 10 the night before. Then you get a whopping 9 hours of sleep. You should feel great. Instead you drag your ass out of bed and stumble through a small breakfast. Then you spill an entire freshly ground coffee container on the counter and leave it for later cleanup. You drive to work, the first time in like a month on the nicest day of the week. Yea, the start of the day is grand. You have to love the process. Cant wait for the fun to begin.
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