I’m leery, I’m weary, get used to it!
I made it in to work this morning despite my feeling icky…very very icky. Definitely sick day material. But I don’t want to take a sick day! I have deadlines. I have duties. I have my pride. So, here I am… cottonbrained and bleary-eyed, slumped at my desk and ready to face the day. I took my vitamin B. I’ve prepared my Maple tea. I’ve sorted through my emails. 2 hours until Tuesday coffee time. Free donut, free bagel, free muffin…take your pick!
I’m so proud of myself for dragging my sorry butt in to work today. You really have no idea! The good news is that I had one of those mornings where the minutes on my alarm clock moved slowly like molasses. I hate and dread the mornings where I hit my snooze button and in a blink of an eye 20 minutes can pass. Once in a while the Universe’s Divine Will blesses me with the elongation of time and I get to laze in its sweet splendour.
Now I must format a manuscript and edit a PowerPoint presentation. Reality does indeed bite.