Barely, but I survived.
This last week was my first full 40 hour work week since mid-June.
I am unbelievably sore and achy. I am tired. No, scratch that. I am exhausted. But I survived.
And how I have a three day weekend (thank you, Columbus!) in which I plan to do nothing more than lie around my apartment and relax. Maybe I'll make some pumpkin pancakes, but that'll be the extent of anything I do that'll incorporate any major muscle groups.