To say I was a mass of ugh's starting last evening and through last night would be an extreme understatement.
Almost felt like I was getting scooped inside out by some unseen force that wielded a blunt instrument within and without and there was only so much I could do to not yell profanities in the middle of night.
These situations are of course not helped by a bevy of cats who insist on partying around 3 am every day and that is a bit of a problem for those who wish to sleep.
I will of course talk about my cats and their penchant for disrupting sleep in a more elaborate post, but for now let me just say that compounded with the aches and yuck feelings emanating from my insides my cats did their cute selves no favours and I hardly slept except for a couple hours in the early morning, after which I woke up and went through the usual morning routine of fixing breakfast and packing lunch, taking out trash, sprucing up the house and proceeding to bury myself in my warm duvet for a extra hour of sleep.
Sitting on my couch and contemplating how to go ahead with the day.
Today, and in fact this week I shall dedicate to fixing up my house. The shelves, almirahs, closets and everything in between needs arranging and decluttering.
It will be one of those annual death cleanings.
There's a massage plan for tomorrow that I would like to bow out of and fix for another week because now my house needs me and desperately so.
I've been avoiding and ignoring the likes of clothing I've been pulling out clothes from, the leaking bottle of honesty which has formed a sticky layer of film in one shelf, the fallen bits of cashews that have stuck to the inside walls of another and now my gloves are out, I'm on a war footing and nothing can stop me!
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