I can go to bed with a clear conscience. The wash has made it to the dryer, I’ve made lunch for tomorrow and replaced some lightbulbs about the house. (Light on the basement stairs is a very good thing.)
Maybe tomorrow night I’ll bake some bread - didn’t get to it today, and I am thinking it may be a soothing way to unwind after work tomorrow, which I have no doubt that I’ll need. Last week was just so flipping bad. Felt like no matter what I did, I couldn’t make a dent in *anything* - not work, not home, not anything. I am on beeper next weekend, which is good, cause I at least get to sleep in on Friday morning a bit, and not be on the queue as much, which is already sorely needed. Busy season is going to be a real bitch this year I think.
Perused my resolution list, and I’m pretty much sucking wind at all of them, except the cooking one. The market has eaten 2/3 of a paycheque already this year, which kinda bites for the finances, but is good incentive to keep taking lunch to work. :)
Despite getting up at 9 and taking a 2 1/2 hour nap, my body is yelling for sleep again. I hope it’s not the same vague unspecified crap I had earlier in the year, never actually got sick, just kinda felt crappy for a couple weeks. That would kinda suck. So, to bed for me.
