I had a good sleep and both cups of damn good coffee, so I suppose that this sluggishness is residual and likely to last a while considering the curcumstances.
Do you suppose it's too late to call the whole thing off and just go back to bed?
If I was a marathon runner (stop that snickering, if you please) I think this is what is called "hitting the wall". Given my propensity for sloth and Pringles, my only exposure to marathons is hearing about them, but I know things, and this feels like a wall.
Today I need to pack two lousy boxes...one for the linen closet and one for the hall closet, so I suppose I should just get to it and stop my complainng. I already know exactly what's going in each box, so there really is no excuse for dreading it so much, right?
But I am a bit tired. And sore. And inexplicably out of sorts today.
I know that a large part of it is the fact that I am stumbling around chaos at the moment and that things are out of their normal places, but I would bet that the anxiety is ramping up in the "I hate change" area of my brain also. I do hate change. I really do. I like my ruts and routines and habits and at the moment they are swirling around in this big huge messy snowglobe called life.
OK...navel gazing over. Time to pull on the ponytail and get on with it.
Hope your Tuesday is swell and that your own snowglobe is peaceful and pretty today!