I survived my first day showering at the Y. Barely. First I want to say I am not sure why I am making such a big deal of it. People workout in the morning and shower at the gym before going to work ALL THE TIME. I’m not even throwing in the workout – though that is something to consider. Anyway, I could barely sleep a wink last night. It may have been partly the concert – but mostly it was running the list of things to remember in the morning, my bag with stuff, my other bag with stuff, my actual gym bag for after work, my clothes. Oh yeah, my clothes. I am three blocks away from home this morning – exhausted from not sleeping well and with a kink in my neck – when my cell phone rings. “There are some clothes on the back of the chair downstairs” Tom says. Click. That’s me hanging up on him so I can turn around and get my work clothes. Showing up in jeans – that doesn’t even fly on Friday’s. Apparently our dog Chyna tipped Tom off to my blunder by sniffing at the chair which got Tom’s attention. Thanks Tom and Chyna. Good save.
But I am ready now. I know what to expect tomorrow, and for the next two weeks. And it’s all going to be worth it, once this place gets some walls, and a toilet, and a sink, and a shower…
