That's what my will to do anything appears to be made of today --Jello. You'd think after nearly eight hours of virtually interrupted sleep (awakened just long enough by Ozzie to pull him into bed) I'd be rarin' to go. You'd be wrong.
For the last 90 minutes, I've been like a slug, slowly moving from room to room, periodically pausing on the loveseat. I watched most of an episode of The Starter Wife (which, until last week, I didn't know was now a regular series; I had previously watched its mini-series debut). I fed Tigger. That's my total accomplishments.
I was supposed to take the mother shopping. But I think she's been deterred by the cold, windy weather. Brrr. We'll see if she changes her mind this afternoon.
I think part of my problem is that it was such a tough week coupled with the fact that all the ground I covered was undone in less than an hour yesterday afternoon. (It's a work thing. I need to chuck it and move on.) It was a nasty blow and it put me in foul mood to start the weekend.
But hey, it's Saturday. I've got a Yorkie keeping my feet warm and a remote control at my side. There are things I could do but I'm thinking not. I'm thinking this is a good day to veg.
Who's with me?!