Wow, Fernwood Gyms work fast...

So, this morning I have my first session with the personal trainer, and last night I signed up and ended up doing my first... rotation? Series of exercises? Whatever the terminology is. *grins* But they're not letting me drag my feet and this is a good thing, since despite my rep as the ultra-active fit sporty ficcer, I've actually got a lazy streak a mile long. Especially in winter. Winter makes Rossis hibernate.

I'm taking my work gear in with me, since I start at 1pm today (finish at 10:30). Hopefully things will be a bit more calm today - the last two days have been insane, in that "answer phone, deal with inquiry, hang up phone, answer phone straight away again" kind of way. Plus the homicides - the axe murder in Warburton, a domestic violence-related suspicious death in Robinvale, and a strangulation where the alleged offender fled to Newcastle. Which means we've got police wandering all over the place getting in the way. Oh, but I did get to go into the homicide autopsy viewing room. They were still on the external exam, but hey, just like on TV.

It's sunny out there and I don't know if it's only a placebo effect this soon, but I've been sleeping much better and feeling less beset. Yay for St John's Wort, placebo effect or not. ;)

Letter to my manager

Dear Geoff,

There's a reason we have sick days. It's so people don't bring their illnesses to work and give them to everyone else.

Thanks for nothing. Especially when I'm going to Sydney tomorrow and I'm sure the gang is going to apprecite a be-lurghied me. Grr.

No love,

Rossi.

PS: Please tell your Flu Gnomes to stop bashing the inside of my skull with their mallets.