Harder and harder to get out of bed

Work has been mentally taxing on the both of us for the last 2 months. I always imagined myself as a happiness over money person but when you really start to weigh things out it's odd how much the scale leans towards the money. It's probably a good thing, prevents people from making decisions based on emotion. It also lets you ride the wave in the storm to the beach (or the rocks, depending).
Good news is we have seen the beach and the sand looks good. I decided to get rid of my last old vehicle but did need to replace it so... SURPRISE, happy early birthday, late anniversary and early christmas...

Nothing we've owned has had a trunk, they are really handy for storing things out of sight. A great invention.

I've stepped up my working out, again. I've picked up a real boxing coach and take classes after my regular sessions and running. This will put me at about 9 workouts a week. Getting out of bed is becoming a real bitch, especially at 2AM when Rock needs to be let out. I sort of get up and lean on the wall and zombie shuffle as my ankles decide if they want to be flexible or my hips want to pivot. It's a lot of discomfort and work but anytime I think it's not worth it I remember I've gotten some of my best boxing pointers from a vet who has a below knee amputation on one leg and works hard at the gym.

I'm the leanest I've been as far back as I can remember (high school perhaps and that was just skinny). I'm thinking of hammer out a 50k next year, that should be a good goal to work towards and destroy.

Rock is enjoying the relatively warm December. We didn't rake the leaves up this year so they can break down and make some healthier soil. We also can hear what side of the yard he is on as he crashes through the piles the wind has made. I think the only downside is sometimes you can't find the shoes and socks he leaves under the bushes.

We took all of our firearms and drove to Texas and sold them for cash. The guy didn't even want a receipt and there are no background checks for private sales. I figured it was time to get rid of them before they automatically assaulted anything.

or did we....