Another one of those evenings where the train was running about 20 minutes late and by the time I actually got in the door it was closer to 9pm, and there’s just nothing left in me after that for anything except sitting in the chair for a bit before I can even think about dinner.
I keep telling myself I’ll get better about the evening routine, the moisturizer, thinking back over what might have set things off that day, but most nights by the time I’m home I just want to sit down, so it doesn’t happen, and I go to bed knowing I probably should have done it anyway.
Still going back and forth on whether to break the CD early too. I know there’s a penalty and I’d lose a good chunk of the interest I’ve built up over the last couple years, but some weeks I just want the decision to be over with instead of carrying it around, if that makes any sense…
Did a short run before work this morning, first one this week actually, and my ankles were a little sore by the time I sat down on the train. Nothing major, just tired today in kind of a general way, I suppose. Figured I’d get it off my chest somewhere.