I think laziness on Tuesday may have become a habit. Last night I went to bed sure that I would wake up and do a bunch of stuff like cleaning, sewing, and then go to the gym to see if I was ready to start recovering from whatever I did to myself last week. Now I just want to go back to bed. I got my eight. Granted they were an interrupted eight.
Anyway. I'm thinking about restarting my day and going back to bed for an hour. So thankful that I have that privilege. If I go back to bed I have to promise myself to get up and get busy for the next three hours doing something productive. I don't know. Nothing is really wrong, just seems like nothing is really right. Going through the motions is so exhausting.
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