I haven’t been up for all that long. Well, consecutively, that is.

I was awake a handful of times this morning, only to fall back to bed and then when I did consider getting up around 10, I heard the sound of ice hitting our windows and … come on, what else is there to do that makes sense other than just going back to bed?

Now I’m pushing 1:30 and still trying to find my motivation and raison d’etre for today. Last night, feeling energized and clear, I vowed to do all sorts of things today.

Like laundry and vacuuming and floor washing. Except the problem is, now today has arrived and I don’t feel like doing any of those things.

They sound awfully boring to me. At this rate, it’ll be a small miracle if I get out and walk Murph and get my hour of yoga in. These two things will happen due to my compulsiveness but the other stuff?

Maybe it’s just stuff. And it’s not all that important. And if it doesn’t get done, I’ll survive. I’ll make it if my floors aren’t super shiny clean.

In fact, I might just find I thrive.