I'm having a lazy week. Well, kind of. I mean, I made it to the gym Saturday, Monday and Tuesday. I meant to go this afternoon, but then had to wait by the phone for a call (or by my laptop for a document, but that's much less Hollywood), which didn't end up coming until 4:30 or so. And then I was hungry, and then I shouldn't exercise because my stomach will blow up if you play after eating, and then I got lazy. May or may not hop on the exercise bike later, leaning towards "not" at the moment, as I'm sitting on the floor next to the bed and wondering why not just jump in and snooze?

Tomorrow, surely, I'll wend my way gymward. Surely. Unless I need to wait for another call, of course. You'll have to excuse the crypticness (crypticity? Crypticality?). Maybe a story to tell next week, but no chickens are being counted, nor would they be counted if they existed. Whole different flock of chickens from yesterday blog comment, at any rate.