I had my first Monday off in ages and with no employment commitments for a couple of months I was going to make the most of it.
I have two weeks until Skye and I hit the road for Cali and her Shakespeare camp. I'm determined to lose the 20 pounds I've put on in the last several months and get in tip top shape this summer.
And Monday was going to be my first real day of training and diet, as well as getting back to blogging more regularly.
And finally getting my stuff organized....
And fixing up my website....
And getting ready for the trip....
Like more often than not, I was getting a little overambitious, again setting myself up for failure and disappointment.
I should have seen it coming.
I decided to get the big tent set up and cleaned up. I hadn't taken it out since Burning Man and it was packed in a hurry, so it really needed tending to.
It took a little longer than I thought.
And I didn't have all the pieces in one place so I had stop mid-way to go retrieve them.
And then the zipper broke which kept me from getting it assembled
That failed enterprise took up more than half the day and set the tone.
A lot of other little stuff didn't work out.
All in all it was just barely a bad day.
Nothing tragic happened.
Not even close.
It was just a frustrating day.
Not the way I wanted to to start my time off.