So I'm sitting here thinking about what of any signficance went on with my life today and my leg feels sore. I had a decent trainer ride for 90 minutes but it feels like a bruise instead of typical workout soreness. Sure enough it's a bruise the size of half dollar. I have no idea how it happened. I'm usually very sensitive to things bashing into my legs, arms and other appendages. No dice on this one. It started bugging me after I dropped Elena's bag at the house. Maybe I clunked my leg with it. It was massive.
Elena was all happy to see her mom again. She even told Amber that we got along for our time together and it wasn't too bad afterall. That's my daughter. Tells it like it is. Doesn't hold any punches. Straight to the point. She's like me in that regard.
Where do these mysterious bruises come from? I guess if I woke up with a bruise I could come up with an impressive story about being abducted by aliens and being experimented on. They had heard cats always landed on their feet when dropped and wanted to see if 30 something engineers had that same ability. Or if I woke up with a hangover and bruise, it would've been caused by smashing into some table stumbling back from the bar with a fresh beer. Everyone's had beer bruises, beer cuts and even beer gashes. They happen and come with drinking too heavily while roaming the city streets with a few of your buddies.
Well I better get to bed so hopefully when I wake up tomorrow I'll have a mysterious good swim instead of a bruise.
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