I say it every weekend, but somehow end up doing something futzy. This time, though, I mean it. I am not getting out of this chair today.
(It is lovely and sunny, though, so I suppose I could take a little walk.)
(Or maybe do some laundry or change the big girl sleigh bed.)
(Or sweep the balcony and wash the patio windows.)
What in the h-e-double hockey sticks has happened to me?!?! Remember how I was perfectly content to just sit in the Happy Chair with a little furry somebody for company for weeks and weeks on end while the dust bunnies romped throughout the homestead and the laundry grew exponentially before my very eyes?
(Maybe dialysis really is making me feel a little better?)
(The treatment hangovers, though, seem to be getting worse and worse...oey.)
Enough. I need to turn my brain off for a bit, read the paper, enjoy some stitchy time, and just...rest. The world's problems will still be there tomorrow, and I'm pretty sure Martha Stewart isn't coming for brunch, so me being a bit lazy today will not result in the loss of my secret decoder ring. I need to learn patience and balance and stop being so dang hard on myself. Right? (she says hopefully).
What's going on in your neck of the woods today, Dearies? Come tell me all about it!