The new routine of writing at night is working out fairly well. I've been able to regularly get some writing done at night, after Husband of Doom and Babygirl have gone to bed. I am cautiously optimistic.
I went to the gym on Monday to lift weights for the first time in three months. I may have been a little over-optimistic as regards my capacity, because I have been limping around the house the last two days whimpering every time something requiring me to use either my quadriceps, shoulders, arms, or calves.
Babygirl seemed to know Mommy was hurting because she all of a sudden decided she needed cuddling. And walking. ALL DAY.
This does not bode well for her teenage years if she can already zero in on my weaknesses. She's lucky she's cute and that baby tears with a pouty lower lip of utter sadness is heartbreaking.
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