Ninety nine weeks out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about:
- Weight: 242
Down 0.1 pounds. Meh. Not exactly progress, but whatever. I’m writing this on Friday morning, which is two days later than I’d like to be writing it, but one day early by recent standards. I’m a grading machine this week so this will be short.
Three things I’m grateful for:
- Mongolian Throat Metal. Holy fuck balls, how was I living without this?
- The end of the semester. As I write this, I’m five essays away from turning my grades in for the last school and being done with Spring 2021.
- Work. I have the best job in the world. I’m definitely ready for a break, but only a short one.
I’m good this week. Too busy to have time for the bullshit shenanigans in DC.
Here, have a graphic:
