Tomorrow – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday evening (for those of you on Eastern Standard Time), my readers.  I was lucky enough to finish work early today so I can write my FF.  Of course, the price of finishing early was for me to be oh-so-generous and agree to go in tomorrow on my day off as they are short-staffed.  Again.  Sigh.   No matter, here I am now.  Thank you always to our leader, Rochelle, for hosting this party weekly.  Thank you Sarah for a great photo!

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Genre:  Fiction  – no really, it is!

Word Count:  Please.  Always 100

Tomorrow

2015 New Year’s resolution was going to be a success.  She had everything she needed:  climalite technology tank tops, inner brief, sweat-wicking shorts, shock-absorber sports bras, top-notch running shoes and a one-year subscription to the gym.  Guaranteed success that she would be in great bikini form come summer.

First week was great, she went every other day.  Second week, same thing.

Went to a party and had a little too much fun so she called off her work-out.  I’ll go tomorrow.

2018, new resolution:  Clean out shed.  Well looky here!  So that’s where they were!

Uh-huh.  Obviously tomorrow never came back in 2015…

Mother Nature is mocking me!

Raining Cats 'n Dogs

Raining Cats ‘n Dogs


Seriously? I announce to all and sundry that I have challenged myself to not only write one post per day for 7 days but that I will run/cycle/run… this week as well and this is what I get? Raining cats and dogs? So not fair and so puts a damper (sorry, couldn’t help myself!) on my plans… I am very sorry, but I am so not that type of runner/cycler! I do not understand the whys or wherewithals of wanting to go out and face the elements when all they want to do is drench you and give you pneumonia. Granted, it is August and not that cold but still. I just don’t feel the pull.

That said, I could have, of course, gotten dressed, made my way down to the basement and either gotten my butt onto the treadmill or plopped in a workout DVD and started moving but I allowed myself to be seduced by warm covers and an extra 45 minutes of sleep. I am weak.

And sleep I did because next thing I knew, alarm number two went off and I was obliged to haul ass into the shower to start my day. And, as I made my 13 minute drive to work, the closer I got, the less it rained. By 7:30, this is what I see!

No more rain

No more rain

Really? Really?

So, as a result of my not having done what I said I would do, regardless of my personal wussiness, I pledge to risk total mockery and ridicule by lunging up and down the hallways whenever I have the chance… Ok, maybe not. How about I’ll do squats and push-ups in my office? I have to do something to make up for it, don’t I?

I know! I’ve got it! As I am off to meet a girlfriend for supper after work (yes, wine will definitely be included), I’ll just park farther away from her house so that I have to walk to and from! Not quite the same level of workout but better than nada, dontcha think?