Sure, Read Freee Sunday’s a thing at The Diary today. It’s Sunday, after all.
It’s Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, October 28
The big news at the hotel is the frackers have moved out…Recall they were a moderate pain in the arse for ol’ Sparrow and a colossal pain in the arse for everyone else…Assistant Front Desk Manager Q said good riddance, tho he did report they went rather easy on the rooms…This wasn’t guaranteed…Hoteliers hold their collective breaths when you get a herd of workingmen in-house because sometimes the rooms take a beating, but not this time…They didn’t leave them springtime fresh, but evidently, Housekeeping reported nothing was too bad.
About 20 minutes into the shift this broad about my age comes up to the front desk and asks about a hot tub…We advised we had two but they were closed now, tho they’d open at 0830…She then assumed what she probably thought was a sultry position and noted, rather casually, that she was hoping, maybe perhaps, that she could “sneak over for a little soak” emphasizing the overall casual tone by sort of shifting languidly…In fact, it was borderline seductive, tho it should be emphasized she was nowhere near the wheelhouse., so sultry, languid, and seduction weren’t her best blade…Now, she didn’t lower herself to offering me money – regular readers of this crap know this has happened before – but she made it plain a soak would not be dismissed out of hand, and was visibly disappointed when we said no.
A bit after 0300 we’re doing the billing when 219 calls wondering if there’s any coffee available…Crap…We seldom drink coffee anymore so there wasn’t any made already, but that’s no big deal
– Not right now sir…You give me ten minutes, there’s a fresh pot waiting for you in the lobby.
– Really??
– Of course there is, sir.
– It’s no problem???
– Not at all.
We get a pot going and take it out to the lobby and, right on schedule, this guy about my age, a friendly-looking sort, enters the lobby…He points at the European blend pot.
– Is that the fresh coffee you mentioned??
We smiled and nodded our head.
– Indeed it is, sir.
He looked happy.
The big news at The Shire is we moved the cat’s bed from the desk to a spot in front of the heater…Winter’s coming and the heater has been on for a couple of weeks now – set at the cat’s preferred 69° F – and as is her wont this time of year she tends to sit in front of the heater a lot…Well, rather than have her lay on the floor or the mat that’s kept there – and in deference to the fact she has not used the bed on the desk in months – we moved it, thinking she might like it and it turns out she does…Being a cat, she ignored it at first, but when we got home this morning she retired to it immediately after enjoying her treasured canned yummy ration, so plainly we made a good call.
There was good weight in the gym this evening…This wasn’t a bulletin because we’d had an excellent rest (see Sleep Log below) and we weren’t pestered by random discomforts…Well, there wasn’t pain in the right collarbone and the crotch of the left hand…Those were gone…And the pain in the right elbow while benching and doing tricep work was there, but more in the background than anything else.
Hardly for the first time, we changed our tricep exercise…Actually, it was the same cable pulldowns we’ve been doing, but we changed the bar from the Z-bar to the strait bar…The difference is minute: the Z-bar isolates the muscle a little better, maybe a lot better, than the strait bar, tho the strait bar still delivers a quality workout…The pain was less than Friday’s workout.
What the elbow could probably use is a week off…We’d hate to do that right now, tho because regular readers of this crap know we have vacation coming up later this month and we’ll be traveling (NY, Philly, Louisville) and there will be a break there, and we’d hate to lose a week in the gym before that…We’ll see…We’re fairly in tune to what our muscles tell us and while right now the gym is a go until vacation, that could change…Maybe go another week or so and start the break a week before vacation, but we’ll see…As noted earlier, nothing in the elbow appears to be ready to snap or tear, so we should be OK.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 0900 Saturday until 1730 Saturday…8.5 hours for the day and 53.5 hours for the week, another triumphant week in the sack for ol’ Sparrow…It was a great rest, too, with deep sleep and pleasant dreams…God bless all of you.
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The Diary of a Nobody is a novel. All elements are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Anything else is a coincidence.
It was inspired by the 19th-century British novel of the same name.
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