survival, day 1

There are a few activities that are guaranteed to put me into a bad mood. Cleaning the toilet. Running (afterwards I feel good, but the actual running itself is still an activity I dread). Sewing.

So, today I turned my missing Joel into productivity, and did all three. Only made one circuit around the park instead of our usual two, but considering that I usually only make the second circuit when running with Joel because I don't want to wimp out, I'm relatively happy. Even scrubbed the underside of the toilet, which is something I generally feel is the man's job (hey, I never see it...). Mended a sheet and started a new shirt.

If I'm going to be grumpy, why not be grumpy with a vengeance?

Thanks, everyone, for your sympathy last night.