You know, it is so bad when you wake up at 7:00 a.m. on Sunday, and you feel good, and the sun is shining and you plan a productive day. Then 4 hours later you come back home and wish you’d never gotten up. THAT was my Sunday.
After quietly enjoying my coffee, a special time for me in the morning, I got myself ready to take an hour drive north to my mother’s place to water her plants and collect her mail. She has been in Florida since the end of January. I dressed partially in my gym wear anticipating a stop on the way home at the gym for a Body Pump weight class. I loaded a few boxes of Christmas decorations into the car to store at her place.