Not a swiss watch...

Things are not clicking into place right now. The brief isn't done, my sleep schedule is off, and my motivation is low. I didn't work out yesterday -- the cardinal mistake -- and SURPRISE!! my lower back won't loosen up. If two days can constitute a rut, I'm in one.

I will now give myself some of my own advice: Drink a warm glass of cheer the f*ck up. If you don't pull it together, The Wee One is going to strangle you in your sleep.

(Deep breath.) It's a brand new day, and it's snowing. The gym has an ass-kicker waiting for me, and my Turner arrived yesterday. The Wee One hasn't strangled me. Yet. Life is good.

Long live long rides. WRIAD in t-minus 165 days...