There are things I could do. There are things I should do.
Instead, here I sit on the loveseat, computer in my lap, Yorkie at my hip, eating York peppermint pumpkins. Motivation factor is zero.
I have already been out of the house. I went to pick up some cleaning stuff and my allergy mist and even grabbed some breakfast. Now I am just ready for a nap. Now that I've gotten a dose of mist, something I didn't have last night because I was out, my nose is still stuffy but the coughing fits have ceased and my headache is easing.
I still have some stuff to get on the house today and I need to do some more running around.
Right now, I just feel like crashing. Looking over at Ozzie, who has moved away from my hip and is on his back, all four feet in the air, snoring -- I think I will. For a while ...