Pushin' the envelope

What a busy weekend. I say that all the time.

Saturday I worked around the house until I could work no more. Got the ceiling in the guest room fixed, the ceilings in the guest room and sewing room painted (one coat). Went to the locksmith to see if I can work out the locks in my house (currently I have only one method of entry though 3 doors). I have to go back next weekend for the expert, and in the meantime I forgot my camera there so had to drive there and back again (15 min drive one way). Found mold in my basement closet -tore that out. Finished off the pass through between the kitchen and the dining room (with finishing off meaning putting up the drywall - still have to slop it). Found other mold in my basement, but had run out of steam and saved that for another day. Went over a friend's for dinner.

Sunday I went climbing with my ex and a mutual friend who has become more of my ex's friend. I was a little weirded out on the drive out, but expressed my weirded out-ness to my ex at a pit stop and that solved it. I realized I have to start being happy for him and stop feeling jealous. In any event, we spent the day outside in beautiful weather with hardly any people there, given that it was father's day. I climbed like shit, and swore up and down after the first two climbs because it was frustrating, but likely my crazy day the day before didn't help, as well as the fact that my hand is still not healed.

I was going to not bike into work today to give my body a rest, but it's sooooo nice out, I had to. That's what I mean by pushin' the envelope, though you could kinda say that the whole weekend I was pushin' the envelope...