I spent the weekend trying to fix things: my garage gym, my basement, my kitchen and my interenet access. All of them messed up by a little boy and his attempts to be a big boy.
He means well, but it comes across as ugh.
Anyway, Monday morning got into my garage gym for the first time since ... well . I can't recall. A long while. Since before the Covid-19 started. Just stretching for about fifteen minutes. So welcome.
I saw my gym again and I nearly cried. It's going to be a long journey back to health. Again.
