OH YEAH—THIS WEIGHS ME DOWN A LOT—BUT MUCH LESS THAN IT USED TO! 🙂
Do I look shorter? I feel shorter. And dog-tired. Not from working, but from shirking. I haven’t so much as lifted a finger lately. Therefore, I’m staring straight into a growing mountain of drudgery (dishes and laundry and vacuuming, etc.) and all I want to do is crawl in bed and close my eyes. At least then I won’t have to look at the overwhelming mess.
I did make some unexpected progress this morning, I replaced the empty cardboard tube with a new roll of toilet paper. That was encouraging, that burst of energy. It was also short-lived. The effort sapped my strength for everything but making coffee. However, the kitchen is utter pandemonium — dirty dishes and crusty Stouffer’s trays, sticky countertops — so I drank it in the dining room. In there, I’m only in danger of being crushed by tall, tippy stacks of papers and…
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