Yes, it’s Thursday. Big, fat, hairy deal. Thursday is not a special day. It’s mostly insignificant. People call it pre Friday in a search for meaning where there is none. I like it.
This morning was a normal one. I did all my tasks with skill and vigor. Made all the hot beverages. All the hot breakfasts. Got the hot wife on the road. Managed to get Marika out of bed. We went to the gym. It is rewarding when all goes well.
I need to mention my workout. Since I got my ass kicked by it. 6 separate exercises in a count down or count up of 20 reps each. So it’s 160 total reps of each exercise. 2 exercises at a time, alternating. 12 hours later I am still fatigued and sore. This morning I was lie on the ground wiped out.
Just a quick idea on the workout. First 160 pushups with one hand on a low bench and one on the ground with a shift from one side to another after each. 160 jump squats. 160 rows. 300 jump ropes. And 480 other fun reps. I think you get the idea. Ass kicked. I will never admit it out loud. Tomorrow is not so harsh.
We did stop for coffee on way home. Sadly, I got the extra caffeine Nitro and it has no affect on me. And I have been off caffeine for months. I got no lift. Sucks.
Marika does not work today so she is going to see her boy toy today. She won’t be back for dinner. Perfect day to take the bride out to eat. I made a reservation at a nice Italian place in Newcastle. I have not been back there since last February and it’s about time.
Before leaving I made a call to the upholsterer in Woodland. They have two of our chairs, have had for about a year, and I wanted to get them done, finally. I called, and Lori at the place recognized my voice right away. I must have made an impression on her. We did have to re do the order in a way. It’s been so long she needs to be sure the fabric we picked is still available. We left off with her checking on it and calling me with the update.
Also called my health insurer to find an acupuncturist in Auburn. My shoulder has been very sore for over a month and I need to do something about it, like not doing 160 pushups. I did get a name and number. I will call.
Now off to work. Kissed the girl goodbye and out the door. Managed to get to the freeway before I noticed a strong need for gasoline. Took care of that and off to work.
On my way, actually as I pulled off the freeway in Sacramento, my traction control light popped on. Ever since the turbo install and retune, the car has constant warning lights on. The tuner has been trying to get the cars computer to relinquish control but it’s funny how it keeps it. And turns things back on like check engine light and others. Short story, drove to the speed shop and Josh read the codes and plugged his laptop into my car and tried to shut off the two lights. Which, 12 hours later has worked. Of course, car computers have a mind of their own and may switch back on. Time will tell.
Went to the office. Worked like a dog. Only no panting. Went straight to 630 then made a quick exit to head to dinner with Emily.
our meal of Sicilian style Italian was excellent. And not to expensive. Very relaxing at the end of my day. I had a glass of cab produced about 5 miles away. Very nice. We were to full for dessert at the end.
To home. About 830. I emptied the waste cans and Emily drive me down the hill with the hatch open holding the garbage can. Works. Much easier than walking it down.
Next up, bedtime. A little blog. Some book. I am still wiped out.