All week long I've thought it was the next day. That is, Tuesday felt like Wednesday, Wednesday felt like Thursday, etc. Yesterday definitely felt like Saturday, so today really feels like Sunday. I'm kinda glad it isn't, because that would mean I'd have to be getting ready to go to tai chi and I'm just starting to drink my coffee and I'm comfortably ensconced in my chair at the computer.
I do have to go out this morning, though. I have to mail my brother's birthday present, which will probably get there late, but since I don't think he's going to like it--well, part of it he will like, but not all--it's probably okay. I'll try to remember to call him on Monday, at least.
Then I need to get milk and I need to get cat food. Then I can come home and get more work done. I didn't actually get much done yesterday. I mean, yeah, I went to the bank and then I actually went and got some laundry done, but work-work? Not so much. I think my allergies are just knocking me out and I find myself napping a lot and yet still getting tired, well, a lot earlier than I used to. I used to be a night owl! I want to be a night owl, I hate getting up early. But I didn't set the alarm last night--and I woke up spontaneously at 7. Phooey.
Oh, well, like is always full of these little changes, I suppose.
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