Oh yes, I’m supposed to blog again. But what to blog about? I have done little more than nap today, what with the nasty weather (cold, rainy, windy) and having the blahs. Sundays alone are like that sometimes, I suppose. I cancelled not one, but two, prior engagements and opted to stay in bed instead. I did, however, climb out of my comfy bed to get pizza and coffee (not together), but I am once again back in my pajamas and back in bed. Amount of time dressed in real clothes today: 4 hours. Wow. I’m surprised it was that much.
Not looking forward to MMTM (Mammogram Monday), but it must be done. Much like submitting final grades for my composition classes. I should have gotten much more accomplished today than I did. Again, I suppose Sundays are sometimes like that. It makes for busy Mondays, which may be why Mondays have such a lousy reputation (MMTM aside). It is nine days until Christmas… where is that darn Christmas spirit when I need it?
I know I said several times yesterday, “There’s a blog post in that,” but there isn’t much I feel like exploring tonight-- except the back of my eyelids.
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