The Universe may be lacking a funny bone, but I would swear it has a sense of humor. This morning, I could have used a spatula to get me out of bed. I didn't want to get up. And, I'm half-awake dreaming of how soon I can crawl back under the covers. But, I grabbed my gym bag none the less. I am going after work. My clothes are getting a little too tight to lie to myself and call it water retention. Alright, alright. I'll get off my ass and move, starting today.
I'm sitting at my desk programming my new padlock when my phone lets me know have a new email. I log in and check it. It's spam from obviously not reading one of the hundreds of EULAs I'm exposed to. Did you know it's never too soon to start planning for your burial needs? I had no idea. Apparently, I'd given the ok to some app saying that their affiliates could contact me, and one of their people was a full service funeral parlor.
Alright, I get the message. Sweat, or else!