Woke up with the blahs, didn’t feel like spin class. Told myself, “I did a hard spin yesterday and I was a good kid last night. I’m not going.”
It is at this point that a good spouse is invaluable. Hilly said, pleasantly,
“That’s nonsense… you were rotten last night. We went to that publisher’s party and you had 17 pigs-in-a-blanket [my very own publisher served pigs in a blanket! What a betrayal.] You had two glasses of wine. Then we went to that Italian place…more wine and spaghetti and meat balls. GET UP and spin or you’ll die!” So I did. Sigh.