I got up this morning with the best of intentions. I showered, shaved, dressed….
….and petered out. I didn’t have an ounce of energy to do more than kiss my husband good morning, take my morning pills, sip my coffee, and pet Harvey. I struggled to move about the house and do something productive, but failed miserably. I was able to eke out a Facetime call to the BF, then I retired to the living room couch where I proceeded to nap on and off all day, catching small glimpses of whatever Jeffrey was watching on TV. I have no idea why I was so tired, but now it’s 8:30pm and my entire has Sunday slipped away. Kind of a bummer.
Ah wel…it is what it is.