I didn't get a lot of sleep, last night. Or this morning. Thanks, Anxiety, for making sure I can only squeeze in four hours at a time.
Not helped by Beloved deciding she wanted to whirlwind the entire house JUST as I was trying to sleep. So I'm more than a little wrecked today.
So wrecked that I didn't blog or publish until now. Whoops.
I do not expect a lot out of myself on Mondays.
The most I plan on doing is having my nails sorted out. I might even fart around for fun, this afternoon.
And now, at last, my story.