Labor Day was a physical day of labor followed by a mental day of labor. 

Laboring to move. Laboring to stand up. The sounds I made should have originated from a labor ward.

As is my habit I stood on the scale to benchmark my sloth. 388. 12 lbs away from the ever depressing 4 double zero.

So, here I come to confess my  sin of sloth in the inter-ether.

Day 1