My immediate vision was of tying myself into a bow and bopping around on top of someone’s head but I quickly realized it was the bow of a ship. Got it. I can be a ship! Fast forward to me actually on the floor lifting my head and chest up and I realized that I was very wrong. It was a bow. Like one you shoot arrows with. I hate the English language sometimes.
snoozing my fifth alarm, slowly coming to consciousness, and realizing that if I want to do the full half hour workout Algo has planned for me, I will be late to work.