Tuckered Out

Today was a rainy day.

Unfortunately the rain here is not warm like it is in Hawaii.

[I wish I was in Hawaii.]

Regardless of the cold rain, I played 3 hours of soccer today.

I was only planning on one with my co-ed rec team, but we lost. To keep things interesting they had us play again just one hour later.

In between the two games I had to teach a piano lesson so I biked home. My hands were so numb I couldn't undo my helmet strap and had to have my neighbor rescue me.

After the lesson I went straight back to the soccer field.

We won the second game in a shoot out. Wahoo!

I returned home to find the men from our ward playing soccer in the grass field by our apartment. I was planning on just saying hi, or playing for a little bit. One hour later....

Someone doesn't want to write a paper.

I'm still not writing that paper. I'm trying to recuperate from my tiredness and soreness.

My hands were so cold that now my joints hurt. If I move my fingers, it hurts. My organs are sore too. I think my body is trying to tell me something.

If only my bff would get home so that he could cuddle me into unconsciousness.