Moving Slow

Monday was a holiday. A badly needed one for me.

You see, I’m rarely home on the weekends. So if I can’t do housework in the evenings I have free, it doesn’t get done. The last few weeks, I’ve been busy every weeknight. So the house was a mess. So was the monster truck.

So I got up the same time as if I were working. Fed me, fed the dogs, walked them. Got an early ride in. I knew it was going to be a shitshow, being a holiday, and I wasn’t wrong. NPCs and their idiot kids all over the trail at the park. People really are oblivious.

Since I was already sweaty, I tucked into the truck, washing it first.

It’s a big truck.

Then, the inside, to scrape and vacuum out a few pounds of dog hair. Looks good now.

While I had the cleaning stuff out, the hotrod bike was next.

Then, being really sweaty, I decided to clean the gutters. Wow. That was embarrassing. I know better than that. What a mess. Should have done this months ago.

It was well into the afternoon when I got to the house, cleaning, mopping, vacuuming. It’s clean now. What a treat. Damn these dogs are messy.

So after, did I put my feet up? No I did not. I doubled down on sweat and pain and lifted weights.

By the time I cleaned up, fed the dogs dinner, then me, I was going catatonic. I’m too old for this shit, I think. I was walking around like a crippled old man.

Today was a slow start. But after taking my normal break to run, I was back.

For me, it was worth it.