Day Seven: Pretty Boring

Wrangling Freddy into the vet for a shave counts as exercise, right? (We adopted him, in all his poofy long-haired dread-locked glory. Now he’s velvet soft and looks like a sheared lamb.)

Probably not. So I walked the dog.

Really wanted to swim, but it didn’t happen.

Tomorrow. Or the weekend for sure.

The water is calling my name.

Thanks for keeping me accountable. I totally would have skipped it today, if I didn’t know that I’d have to admit it.