I don't think I feel so good. Oh, I'm not sick. I don't have a cold, or flu, or anything else that I know of. It's nothing concrete, nothing I can put my finger on. I just feel ... Blah. Drained. Tired. It's not as though I'm seeing these --
I just feel sort of generally "out of it."
I ran the mini-vacuum cleaner this morning and felt like I'd climbed Mt. Everest. A couple more chores and I was ready to grab a nap. Which I did, because I'm not into self-deprivation. Afterwards, I got a few more things done and then read a little. Then I took a look at the pile of boxes in the dining room that need wrapping. That's all I did -- looked at it -- and I needed another nap. Which I had. And I've been fighting the urge to go to bed for the night since about 7:00. Pitiful. I'd rather feel like
or
This -- this lethargy, for lack of a better word, is for the birds. I'd rather be sick and get it over with, and then get on with it -- whatever it is.
5 comments:
Ya got the blues man.......Nothing is worse then the blues....
You need to go dancing...Crack the whip at hubby and get that man motivated!
The blues. That must be my problem too. I'm really fighting having the angry blues. I so want to kick something, but of course I won't.
It seems a little early for the holiday blues but ... maybe.
I kicked an empty box yesterday, Roxan. That felt pretty good. Except that I forgot about it being full of those horrible styrofoam peanuts. I had to pick them all up. LOL.
Just go for the nap.
LOL, Laurie. I did.:)
Post a Comment