An Encore

Tuesday night Jen came home to more of this.

I was lucky. I ended up working 13 hours on Tuesday so I missed it.

Wednesday was movie night. We were supposed to climb, but neither one of us wanted to go too far beyond the couch. The movie was Hostage with Bruce Willis. Eh. Just another Die Hard.

Thursday night Jen made me leave work and go climb. That was good. I felt a lot more relaxed afterwords.

Friday night was work.

Today is work.

I blame my parents for teaching me to do work I hate. I hated cutting the grass - had to do it anyway. Hated picking up the dog poop - had to do it anyway. Hated raking the grass - had to do it anyway - so on and so forth.

- b