It is 9:04 and my husband just walked in. When he called me at 6, after the ostensible end of his workshop, he said he’d be home by 7.
………It was a project planning workshop, for our new product. You know, where you figure out what needs to be done and come up with supposedly-reliable estimates of how long it will take.
Yeah. They’re offering a stock purchase deal right now, at the company we both work for. Don’t believe I’ll be buying any of that.
(We did speak once or twice again in there, so I knew not to wait my dinner for him or I’d be a lot more irritated and less amused.)
In other problems, my ribs still hurt. Maybe I shouldn’t have erged Monday and Tuesday. I rode my bike to and from work today but I don’t think that affects them much. I think, though, that the real problem is just the odd stresses of normal life. Like, yesterday I went for a very short ride to and from the grocery store just to make sure the bike woldn’t hurt my ribs. But first I had to get the tires pumped up – they were only a little soft but filling them was a major ordel. First I had to go back up to the apartment to get my little pump. That didn’t work so I took the bike *up* to our place where the big pump and the tools were. I got that filled, then couldn’t manage the back tire at all. Ted tried to help and let all the air out. I finally figured out that the valve was stuck (@$%#^$ Dunlop valves), so I got Ted to fix the problem by pumping as hard as he could, until it released. (I’d had a bike shop do that with compressed air once – turns out my spouse is a good substitute.) Then I took it to the end of our building closest to the grocery, only to find the elevator there wasn’t working. I carried it down the stairs (only 1 flight, but steep), which would have gone better if I ever could remember that keeping the brakes on helps with that.
I think the pumping and the carrying didn’t really help the pulled rib muscle. I plan to bike to work tomorrow (the bike normally is stored on the ground floor, so no carrying needed), then rest Saturday before rowing Sunday. I hope the muscle heals by then.
Ouch. Fingers crossed your ribs mend fast. ~LA