Day 3: I Thought It Was Supposed To Get Better

Day 3: I am really sore. But more about that later.

Art had to work early. I got to sleep in. I also got to watch tv (Art has cable). And I washed the dishes. Art had said he was going to come home early from work, so you can imagine my disappointment when I heard the door open, and Joe walked in. I tried not to show it, but I think Joe knew anyway. Art got home about 40 minutes later.

We all worked out again, which was less fun than the first time. Art really pushed me to finish the warm up, and I was not in the mood to be pushed. I know that this is good for me and all that, but it's HARD to do three rounds of ten push-ups when my shoulders are killing me.

But I grunted and groaned and yelled (I'm kind of loud when I work out, or at least when I'm exhausted and I'm trying to keep going), and I managed to finish.

Then it was dinner time (Art cooked spaghetti, and yes, it was fabulous). We rented the movie Fracture, which I had seen before and it is so amazing that I peer pressured Art into watching it, and now he's glad he did.

We were just getting ready for bed when he heard someone pounding on his door. It was one of his coworkers, saying that another coworker of theirs had just been burglarized, and she was scared and alone, so Shannon said she would fetch some boys (the cops were taking their time in getting to the scene).

Art and Joe and I all went there (we arrived just after the cops did) and hung out with the two girls while the cops did their thing. Once the girl had settled down and everything was taken care of, we left. Our early bedtime turned into about midnight:30 bedtime, but that's okay. Art is a good friend to his friends (and coworkers. Same thing).

Overall: It was alright, I guess. Here's hoping that Day 4 is better.