IcingThis is going to be very brief because I have a goal to be in bed by 8:00pm. Kinda funny actually because Jesse and I just finished watching our post-dinner episode of “The West Wing” and J asked me, “I think I’m ready for bed. What time is it?” My eyelids were falling as well so I looked at my watch and said “9:30.”
“Crap,” he said. “I better sleep so I can go to masters tomorrow.”
“Yep. Lets crash out,” I replied.
Meanwhile its 7:58, so I better get cracking! The only thing of interest today was spending inordinate amounts of time icing my hip. All the work has really stretched it out, and it needs fresh blood supply to heal. Boring day, hence the 8:00pm bedtime joke.