So why do I feel particularly unmotivated and lethargic?
Maybe I'm still needing to catch up from last weekend's wild and woolly time.
Maybe it's that birthday proving that 46 is the new 90.
Maybe it's the dust allergy bringing on fuzzy-head-syndrome.
Whatever it is, it needs to be fixed. Or stopped. Or kick-started.
I should set myself some goals...
Or just crack the whip at my lard butt and DO some of the things that I know need doing.
Do you realize that I still haven't really unpacked from Surrey?! I've done the laundry, but the suitcases are still sitting open on floor and chair, gaping at me with zipper toothed grins.
A headache on the fringes...
I think the best thing might be to get the cushions for the porch swing out of the garage and just go bask in the sunshine a bit and listen to the birds.
With a cup of tea.
Or Irish coffee...