Look at me, sleeping so late. That’s … not good. I’ve recently developed the horrible habit of waking up at 6am and not being able to go back to sleep until hours later, when I most desperately need to go back to sleep. So I do, and then I end up having to FORCE myself out of bed at 10:30, as demonstrated today. It’s awful. I mean, it’s not the end of the world now, but it will be in a week or two. That is to say, it will lead to the end of my world if I continue waking up at 10:30 in the dang morning.
Ohmigod, just re-reading that opening paragraph is undeniable proof that I need to get my act together. I’m annoying myself.
And, dudes, I still have to take down the Christmas tree.
What has happened to me???
My day-to-day goals now include: going to the store, or leaving the house in general, or making the bed. And I rarely achieve any of them. Forget the bare light bulb hanging on Keith’s side of the bed that just needs a dang lampshade. Or the open wiring hanging on my side of the bed that needs, you know, to be wired, a light bulb and a lamp shade. Or the wall of curtains in our bedroom that has yet to be ironed or hemmed. Or our new kitchen nook that … forget it, I’m not even going into that.
I’m not depressed or anything – quite the opposite. I just don’t feel like it. “It” being anything.
I still have fun working with my brides and have lots of really exciting, gorgeous projects in the works. It’s just the other stuff, you know? The stuff I always love to do. I still love thinking about it all, I just don’t feel like doing any of it.
Winters are tough. It’s not even that cold this year, but it’s not warm. And it’s always gray. I spend all of my time thinking about vacation. So maybe I am down. I just really want sunny days again.
I think I need to leave the dang house, you guys.
I couldn’t even find a funny picture for this post, because all of the winter images without snow were seriously depressing. So, here’s a picture of an adorable puppy wearing an adorable coat: