When I do come home from work at a reasonable hour and not gallivant around town I find myself playing on the computer for a few minutes (hours) and then hiding under the covers to warm my cold footsies.
This does not bode well for 1. my apartment floors 2. the dishes 3. the laundry piling up 4. my 100 book challenge 5. my blog/writing ventures 6. filling my fridge and freezer with good home cooked food.
Maybe I should go DO something?
“And I wish that I could relax
But another day has fallen through the cracks”