This turned into a difficult week, and I'm not even sure what happened. Did I have a string of bad days because I skipped working out? Or did I skip working out because I had a string of bad days? Does it really even matter? Is there anything I can learn from this week? Will this entire post be composed in rhetorical sentences?
Yes, yes, no, yes, and no.
The important thing is that today is better. Laundry is caught up, dinner time was enjoyable, and the family is not afraid to talk to me. I got out for a 3-mile run today. My smile is back.