Time on Treadmill: 0 minutes.
Pain Level: Yeah, no

I am making an executive decision here and taking the day off from Chuck. Maybe this is a mistake, maybe not, but not only are my allergies flaring up like you would not believe, it is also incredibly painful to walk right now. The muscles up the outside of both thighs ache for some reason, and my joints — good Lord, you don’t even want to know. We’re talking hobbling and hanging onto furniture just to get around. My kind buddy J got up to get me missing silverware at the writers meeting tonight because I must have looked like I was about to cry when I discovered I hadn’t gotten a fork.

I have both knees wrapped and braces on both ankles, I’ve taken two doses of CBD oil and ibu, and all I want to do is go to bed and hopefully have a night of sleep that is moderately less agonizing than last night was.

Besides, twenty-seven straight days on the treadmill is a pretty good record, no? And if I’m feeling better tomorrow, maybe I’ll try and get an hour in with Chuck. No promises, mind you — much will depend on how I’m feeling. I don’t mind walking through a cold, but I feel so cruddy right now that I’m honestly afraid I would fall over on the damn treadmill. Health and safety first.