I was in no mood to go to the gym, since I have a zillion things to do before I go to NY and I'm tired. I went anyway. I was going to do a 20-minute run, but cut it short at 15 because I was feeling pretty beat. I don't know if it's just tiredness or if it's new blood pressure medicine, but I didn't feel like forcing myself through another five minutes. I'm treating this as a 5-(3)-5-(3)-5, but without the three minute walking segments.
Yesterday we hauled a dozen prints over to San Francisco. Today I went over and hung them in the office that serves as an art gallery. That was a good three and a half hours of spackling, drilling, screwing, nailing, hanging, moving furniture, climbing ladders, and pretty thoroughly working my butt off. It seems like slapping artwork on walls should be easy... yeah, not so much. Still, I'm pretty proud of myself for getting everything hung in time.
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