Si and I messaged last night after he arrived at his new home in Bentonville, AR. He told me he was “proper knackered”. I asked him if that meant he was tired and he told me to learn Brummie already.

Fine.

I’m proper knackered too, because this is day two of getting off my ass. Yesterday I walked 1.25 miles to the gym, did arms and abs for 40 mins, and walked the long way back home for total of 3 miles.

My arms are sore. It had been a full month since I lifted last and I’m paying for it today. But I drank a ton of water, so I know the pain isn’t nearly as bad as it could’ve been.

This morning, before coffee and damn near before dawn, I walked for 50 mins. And while I was marching my way through the neighborhoods of Oxford, MS, I realized there must’ve been a helluva party in town last night.

I followed a trail of beer cans all the way to the Public Library and back. I began to wonder if the lads had snuck back into town because many of the cans were Bud Light…I also counted 6 cans of Keystone (WHY does anyone drink that?) 2 cans of The Beast (again, WHY?), and several bottles of Miller Lite.

I accomplished quite a bit this weekend, actually. I wrote a chapter for THIEVES (which I was beginning to think would never happen…it had also been a month since I’d really written anything…Gee, in a funk, Mel?) I read and critted my friend Kate’s latest story. Sigh. It’s HOT. I was fanning myself and drinking a lot of water during that read. And I finally started catching up on the crits I owe The Blogless One.

Life is good again.