Have not made it to the gym since Wednesday 5/18. I was planning to go Sunday morning, but was down all day with the worst hangover ever. Seems we had a little backyard party at our house Saturday evening.
Last night around 9:30 my husband decides it would be a good idea to chop wood in the dark in the back yard, and at 10:00 when I'm ready for bed, he comes in and says he tried to chop off his finger. The ax somehow bounced and sliced up his left index finger pretty good, but no broken bones or anything. We spent the next three hours in the ER getting it stitched up. I'm not a big coffee drinker, but I need some coffee this morning. Gym bag is in the car ready for this evening.