I woke up feeling pretty … inspired, shall I say.

Then. I looked outside and saw the rain and the overall dreariness, fixed my coffee, ate my granola and announced that, I am going back to bed.

The BF doesn’t understand how I can get up and then go back to bed so quickly. I see this as perfectly normal. Is it time to use the, but I’m preg, excuse again?

It was the rain that had me lose all motivation. Who the hell wants to venture out to the store in rain while preg?

I know I’m supposed to be on Kroger strike still but I actually kinda feel like going to the store only because I think it might do me some good to get out amongst the masses. Do something ordinary to reaffirm my existence.

Or not. Maybe I won’t do any of it. I certainly don’t feel like doing laundry or cleaning or any of the other bs tasks I have on my Weekend To Do list, the majority of which never even happen to begin with.

So back to bed I go. I’m hoping when I awake I’ll be reinvigorated.