The sore throat from yesterday morning I hoped would go away? Nope. It didn't go away. It just grew and grew and now I can confidently report to you that I have a cold. Sheesh. Who has time for this?
Now I've come to one of my coffee shop offices (no internet access in my current dwelling,) to have a late lunch (okay, yea, I get that it's nearly dinnertime,) and ingratiate myself with their Wi-Fi.
I had such plans. Having responded to the absolutely vital emails, and checked to make sure I'm not any further behind than I thought, on any number of projects, I find myself gazing out these huge windows at the breeze blowing through that tree across the street. And the blue, blue sky. The only thing standing between me getting up from this corner booth right this second and taking my butt home to bed is the observation of all that 5 o'clock traffic. I mean, what would be the point? I might as well hunker down here for at least 15-20 minutes longer. Either way I'll be just sitting. Best to do so in a place where my eyes don't necessarily have to be open.
And when I run one or two more errands? (Yea, I know I said I want my bed, but yesterday's to-do list didn't really actually get completed.) I do believe I'm going to make a new necklace. I've had a couple of recent commissions and having looked at my case of inventory about a week ago, I recall an anxiousness to play with beads and pendants. Maybe another dose of Dayquil will boost my desire for creativity. If not, there's always tomorrow. 'Cause the vision of that pile of pillows I left behind me is starting to feel really appealing...