Day after day I post things because how else am I going to pretend that anyone cares what I do on a day-to-day basis? Heck, I even find it tedious and uninteresting for the most part. All I’ve figured out this weekend is that some of my socks say “R” and “L” and I can’t seem to put them on the right feet. I suppose there isn’t all that much more I’ve learned this weekend.

I did go to a friend’s housewarming party on Friday where I ended up drinking more than I should have, which is at all on a night before a Saturday morning workout at the gym. But instead of taking a nap that afternoon, I was busy moving things out of the old gym for fun. The old mats will now be heading for a barn to protect horses from the concrete floor and while we were always tracking dirt into the gym, the horses will be using the floor as a bathroom as well.

And even after being up all day, being tired from staying up late, and having daylight savings time take an an additional hour from my beauty sleep, I still didn’t sleep that well last night. And now I really should be in bed instead of watching movies on my computer, but it still feels early.

At least the phone isn’t ringing for the second time today. Nobody ever calls, but I got a collect call from the county jail this afternoon and I didn’t accept it because the person didn’t give a name. Even as I wasn’t answering, I thought it might be one of my friends needing some help so I immediately called everyone who has called my home phone in the past three months, at least everyone who isn’t a telemarketer. The list, sadly, is quite short and I only ended up calling five people who all laughed at me. None of them is at risk for getting into trouble with the police, of course, but sometimes you can have a bad day. So far it’s still a mystery who called. Maybe it was a telemarketer.