Yesterday, so sunny! There was running and jumping and kicking and karate chopping and jitterbugging all over the place! I did laundry and dishes and played with the poodles and sang so loudly and so out of tune until I could hear the neighbors put on loud music.. probably unrelated..
But today. Cold, grey, no sun.. I feel a flomp. I feel like that dog. Je suis un rug girl.
I dont really know what to do with myself. I will have a bath to warm up my bones, but I won’t want to leave. And Ill just lay there until the water is tepid and prunification sets in and then stare fascinated at my gross old mummy fingertips for way too long and then get up and be even colder and wetter than ever before and lay forlornly in bed with my face pressed into the mattress humming low sad hums to myself until I muster enough energy to find a pair of clean underpants in the piles of clothes that carpet the bedroom floor. I know thats what will happen, because it happens on every grey day. And then I watch some random shit on youtube and 8 hours have gone by. This isnt a complaint, its a cry for help.
Okay. Ill go do something. And take a picture of it as proof. And if I don’t. Then shame me, and my lazy butthole self, for not doing anything in my whole day.