Day 68: Mulligan

It's "red week" and it's a doosie! All I could muster is a free-form Haiku-ish poem entitled...

"Mulligan"

I ate food.

I had some chocolate.

I didn't exercise because I'm a gimp.

I worked my pattootie off doing massage.

I'm tired and feel like a worm who got run over by a mack-truck.

I'm calling a Mulligan on this one today.

Thanks for following along.

More tomorrow.

Promise.