What a day. Let’s start this #FFCheckIn with the nasty top right picture. Got a phone call this morning from Mike asking for a ride to the ER since he had crushed his finger at work. Tradesman life. Then we spent practically all day waiting around the hospital for someone to tell us his finger was broken and he needed to see a surgeon some time next week. Lovely. Then I was a few minutes late to teach my zumba class and felt rushed the whole class due to a lane closure and a massive convoy of semis trying to leave Regina now that the highways are open. At the end of class I went to do an overhead tricep stretch and saw black fuzzies from my cheap sweatshirt had stuck to my armpits giving me a “French” look. So beautiful. Crashing now with Scrubs, Sadie, and fizzy lemon water. TL; DR - I’m ready for bed. Peace out day.