My body is tired.
I need to straighten up the house before our house cleaner comes. Not clean before she comes, but get the crap out of the way. And I don’t feel like it.
In fact, I don’t want to do anything.
I have a presentation coming up in a couple of weeks, to some people who might want to hire me, which would be a big deal. Don’t feel like working on that either.
Took the grands to school this morning – came home – sat in the car for 15 minutes before I dragged myself in. Haven’t taken my hoodie off yet, 30 minutes later.
My wrists ache, which is just silly.
Read an article about 4 ways to lower your blood pressure – ha, they were all about reducing clutter. Getting rid of sentimental things. Cleaning up stacks of newpaper. (Who still has stacks of newspaper?) I thought, fuck y’all, you just don’t want to have to clean our stuff up after we die. Too bad.
At the same time, I want to throw away all the things. So I don’t have to clean them up. Sigh.
Grumpy, grumpy, grumpy
I want people to leave me alone – and pay attention to me. That’s ridiculous.
But I appreciate the opportunity to vent or whine or whatever I’m doing over here. I guess I need to write some punishment fantasies…