No gold rings today...
I might have been suspicious when it took over three hours to come up with some decent flowers Saturday afternoon. (Poor planning? Foul mood? nope; don't think so...) Then I had to - had to - go to bed before 10. Dragged myself to church, mostly because Glenda Hope was preaching (never turn down the opportunity to hear a saint preach), but also because I had to arrange the afore-mentioned (semi-decent) flowers. Came home, couldn't even imagine making my own lunch. Crashed on the couch. Woke three hours later, but only because I set an alarm.
Thus, I have spent the fifth day of Christmas either asleep in bed or here, in the Chair of Doom. Still in my jammies. I did manage a shower, but I don't know if that pile of laundry is going to get any shorter soon. I'm sure I'll feel fine tomorrow... and it's a short week... no problem.
I might have been suspicious when it took over three hours to come up with some decent flowers Saturday afternoon. (Poor planning? Foul mood? nope; don't think so...) Then I had to - had to - go to bed before 10. Dragged myself to church, mostly because Glenda Hope was preaching (never turn down the opportunity to hear a saint preach), but also because I had to arrange the afore-mentioned (semi-decent) flowers. Came home, couldn't even imagine making my own lunch. Crashed on the couch. Woke three hours later, but only because I set an alarm.
Thus, I have spent the fifth day of Christmas either asleep in bed or here, in the Chair of Doom. Still in my jammies. I did manage a shower, but I don't know if that pile of laundry is going to get any shorter soon. I'm sure I'll feel fine tomorrow... and it's a short week... no problem.
1 comment:
Sorry you hit a "funk" - hope you are feeling better by now. And don't call it the Chair of Doom -- maybe it's the Chair of Restfulness! That's how I like to think of mine . . . Chair of Doggyness, Chair of Knittingness, Chair of WhateverIhappentobedoingatthetime - ness. And yay for short weeks!
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