Yesterday I was a slacker.

For some reason, I was absolutely tired in the morning and no amount of prodding could peel me off my comfy bed at 5 a.m. Ergo, I missed going to the gym.

So okay, it was cardio day, which I sort of made up for by walking between our two buildings at work, attending one meeting after another. I also used the stairs as much as possible. Being as it is that each meeting was in a different floor and/or a different building, I want to believe that some calories were burned.

My consolation was the thought that I would be attending fencing practice in the evening, so all would be good.

Alas, that was not to be.

I got home to find my sweetie gone, having taken El Brato to some training class for his new job, and I made the mistake of lying down in the couch "for just a moment."

I fell asleep.

By the time ballistabob and Carlos were back, it was too late and I had settled down on the oh, so comfy, "vampire" couch.

Heck, I didn't even join the gang for dinner, which is a first.

I know that somehow I should be feel guilty about all that, but another part of me is saying, "Oh, but we were so comfy and contented. You can re-join everyone next week."

(Which is true, so I will be making it up to myself and the rest of the gang next week.)

Anyway, this morning I woke up all bright eyed and bushy tailed and went to the gym and had a killer full-body workout.

I feel much better now, and looking forward to the weekend.

Oh, yeah.