I don't want to work today. This is what happens when I have to work on the weekend. Monday comes and I'm not ready. I'm tired. I'm cold. I have an early meeting followed by a boring phone conference and then negotiations for my new job. (That I dread a lot; I hate that part). This means less visits get done. And then this week is nuts anyway because I'm watching my mom's dogs Thursday and Friday, so I'll be running like crazy those days. I ordered some shoes through Zappos that for some reason came as signature required so I have to make sure I leave work exactly on time Thursday to hit UPS to sign, but I have to first stop and let the dogs out, and then go see Dr. Mind, so I won't be home until 9 or so and then Friday I have to get home as soon as I can to let the dogs out again. Saturday I go to see Dr. Brain, which is an all day thing. Then I'll have Sunday to rest. The following weekend I'll be gone all weekend at a training. So I am going into today knowing it's the beginning of a long spell of being tired.
But that's ok. I'll live and eventually I'll wake up enough to not be grumpy. Don't know why I woke up grumpy today but I did, even at 4. I made myself sleep more and still grumpy.
OK, time to see if I can avoid ironing.