I’m going to meet with a trainer at the gym tomorrow. Last time I met with him, my upper body was fairly sore for several days. Tomorrow we’re supposed to be working on “lower body” so that means I’ll be limping around, most likely.
Yarg. Well, I just got back from watering my friend’s plants. I keep forgetting things, like how I’m supposed to be watering his plants and checking his mail. I need to start writing things down. My father however, is worse off. When I left he was worried about me leaving on my own since it’s so late. When I got back he asked what I was doing outside and how he didn’t remember that I went out.
tell the trainer you got plenty exercise crawling around under the house.
poor george!! everything is so confusing.
good luck with the trainer. maybe you can get fat like me.