Maybe it’s the weather, or maybe I’m just tired, or maybe I’ve been too sedentary of late and it’s finally catching up with me, but I’m feeling dispirited. (Ever notice how many sad words start with “d”? Discouraged, depressed, disheartened, downcast, dejected, daunted, doldrums . . . )
Today is really dragging–oh look, another “d” word–and all I want to do is curl up with Matthew and Hobkin, and tune everything else out.
Glad it’s almost the weekend. Very glad tomorrow’s my day off.
Eugie not supposed to feel glum. Eugie supposed to be happy. Not good.
Sorry you’re down. You won’t be able to see it, but if it’ll cheer you up to picture it, I’ll be happy to put on a funny hat and dance a jig around the apartment. I’ll even drag George into it when she gets home. Then you can not only laugh at us being idiots, you can laugh at us tripping over everything and trashing the place. 🙂
Thanks, Mousie-fangs, you’re a real sweetheart. 🙂
I think I just need to recharge or something . . .