Hmm. I can't quite figure out what the theme of the day is aside from falling short of good intentions.

despite the fact that my alarm has been set at "6:05am" for the last several months, it's been a while before I actually got myself up and to the gym at 6:05am instead of the wild arm slapping that comes with desperate repeated attempts to just hit snooze for the better part of an hour.

Yesterday I actually bounced out of bed on time and figured I'd make the bold step of attempting to work out. I clearly wasn't that committed to it when as I was driving through the dark morning drizzle I had already justified abandoning the gym if street parking wasn't IMMEDIATELY available.

But, as luck would have it parking was readily available which meant I was probably going to have to break a sweat after all.

You'd think I'd be more excited about gym adventures. Just this week I enthusiastically extended my contract for another two years (not because I love the gym, but they send me semi-weekly emails with ridiculous offers. free year of membership, free membership for a friend! free food! free towels! free ponies!!!! really?)

Anyway, this is a lot of lead up for almost NO workout. The good 'ol ankle totally crapped out in minute 12 of my LIGHT ellipticalling. What was more disappointing than my apparent total lack of physical fitness was the fact that The Today Show was doing all sorts of wildly stupid 'Twilight' crap, and I was actually enjoying the morning shot of pop culture.

Not a lot else happened (also sort of a fail) until I went home. In a FLURRY of motivation I attacked a corner of the condo that had been steadily collecting crap. Paperwork, files, notes, photos, dvds... all somewhat tidily shoved into a pile. I sat down, sorted, organized, trashed stuff, saved stuff and got my act together. This (small) accomplishment lead me to believe that I was capable of handling more.

SO, up I went, into the loft to extract the box spring from under my mattress. Why? because I've convinced myself that what's making my back hurt isn't my weird discount-off-brand-brooklyn mattress, OR my incredible lack of core strength, or EVEN my still broken post-volleyball body, but rather the "much" more likely issue of a crappy box spring. (don't ask, I'm rolling with it).

I concluded that right then was exactly when I needed to shove crap around and attempt to 'fix' the bed. ideally before the boy got home (just think how proud and surprised he would be!).

This was a bad idea. The loft doesn't have room for a box spring AND a mattress to be side by side (faaar too much other furniture and crap for that). And the lowered ceiling height means that all of the shoving and tugging has to happen in a hunched over position (which doesn't help the sore back situation much). Basically I ended up making a massive mess of of everything, and blocking my only exit with the weird-discount-off-brand-brooklyn mattress. dangit.

After 20 minutes of shoving and tugging the whole area looked like those little puzzles that kids play with where there's only one empty space and you slide all the tiles around trying to unscramble the picture? well as it turns out I'm TERRIBLE at those and just make them worse... not dissimilar to the mattress/box spring situation.

I'm not sure how long I was up there by the time the boy wandered through the door, but it was long enough to realize that a) I couldn't get down b) I didn't have my phone and c) I DEFINITELY didn't have any snacks.

I'll skip over the fact that the boy was able to solve the spatial dilemma in about 3 min and tidy everything back up. not an important part of the story.

The rest of the night included the third dinner straight of taco salad leftovers. Still delicious, but getting a little boring, some candy, 1/2 a bottle of wine (It felt deserved) and one lone packet of nutella that I scrounged up in the cupboards left over from a LONG gone party.

It was still delicious and yes I ate it with my finger. So.... no workout, re injured ankle, little work done, slight tidying followed by total home failure and gorging on refried beans, sour candy, wine and chocolatey condiments.

Cheers.