Kittens in your in-tray.
Good morning. The next-to-last load of Tom’s things (plus general accumulation) is in the washer. Vlad will be home soon with his dirty clothes, but he was gone only four days, so it won’t be as much.
I’ve had my shower, but I don’t feel much better than I did before it. Now I’m just sort of wet (hair) instead of all wet.
This is the day that mopping and vacuuming have chosen to take their revenge. I hate that. But it’s part of CFIDS, so I will deal. My brain feels like it’s bogged down in gray lint.
Something tells me I won’t be at church today. I will try to spend the majority of the day doing quiet things and contemplating my future.