A Long Day into Night
I made it to the gym this morning—but I slept in. I think I put my trainer out a little bit. But I can't blame her. She was expecting me, and I was almost half an hour late. It's still hard for me to get out of bed in the morning. And the dogs usually wake me up if the alarm goes off and I don't get up. But they didn't this morning. But it's a rainy day, too. So I guess they didn't want to get up either. Still, I'm blaming them.
This coming Monday, August 17, would've been Al's and my 19th anniversary. On the 25th, he would've been 51. So I'm beginning my sad time of year—from now until New Year's.
It's going to be a long day.
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