all our trucks got back safely and we all went home before noon. I guess I am supposed to be working from home, but instead I went to Target and bought groceries and got meds. I did slide up and into a curb, but did not see any damage to my car. An hour until I can get mac.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I am baking a cauliflower, and sitting here under down, wearing fleece tights under sweatpants, and it has gotten up to 66 in here!
I dumped half my lunch on the floor. Graceful. Trying to clean up the mess has been interesting as I can't kneel. Or if I did, I wouldn't be able to get up.
Ouch Suzi!
Much ~ma to Suzi, sj, Connie's DH, indeed anyone who needs it.
Has anyone seen my motivation? Everything seems like an onerous task today and getting work done is like swimming upstream through a vat of vaseline.
Jeebus, I am one hundred percent with ND right now.
I'm even allowing myself to get caught up in a, quite literally, 28 year old argument on Facebook in order to justify my massive case of 'dontwanna'.
How can I reset this day?!
Can't help, my motivation is entirely missing--I didn't even turn on my work computer until about 10:30AM, and all I've done is send about three emails. I think I'm going to take a nap soon. ...I may decide to call this a sick day. I didn't take one in the past two weeks when I actually WAS sick, so...
I'm thinking of taking a nap too but doing so would have me waking up as I should be thinking about getting ready for bed.
I might not care about that, if I'm honest.
I want to know where the motivation party is! Clearly they are off somewhere celebrating Bob Marley's birthday or something like that.
I doubt I will find any motivation, but I've decided to step away from the computer and its delectable time-sucks and take the pooch for a perambulation.
It is freezing out, maybe that will get the blood moving.
Sigh. I'd love to be at that party, celebrating Bob.