The trouble with having been sick last weekend is that we lost a weekend – which, on the two-ft-job treadmill, seems like rather a lot to lose. The cat hair takes on a life of its own, and little junk piles seem to spring up out of nowhere. The good thing was that we were mostly eating soup and toast up until Wed or Thurs, so at least not getting the grocery shopping does was no biggie.
However, aided in motivation by a 10 am playgroup hosted here this morning, I’m pretty well caught up, and that is a nice feeling. Even if it meant a rather early start.
