I woke up tired, and my get up and go walked off the job days ago. "See ya!" it said. "Get some sense and maybe I'll come back. Maybe."
A load of laundry is in. The list of what must be done to be ready to leave (with some sleep in hand, hopefully) by 7 am tomorrow morning is daunting. I'm starting, but I'm not moving very fast.
It's Richard's birthday. I should feel celebratory. Instead...stuffed sinuses, scratchy throat, sore muscles, swollen ankles...
Whine, whine, whine.
Now that's done...maybe I can get up and get on with it.