Been sitting at the table, adding my Diarium entries into the collection of entries here, listening to the sounds of rain falling outside. And shivering; shivering because I walked the kids out to the bus with an umbrella, and in the process I got wet. I’ve not changed out of the shorts and tee I was wearing, so I’m still damp, and there’s a gentle breeze that keeps lazily blowing in through the windows. Sure, I could go ahead and dress for work, or close a window to rid myself of the discomfort, but I’m enjoying the breeze and my shorts are comfy.
I really don’t want to go to work. Yes, here comes the same old song; I’d much rather stay at home, and do a little bit of housework. Thing is, on a lazy rainy day like to day, I might struggle to get any housework done. Honestly, I’m worried that I will struggle with that tomorrow and Saturday, as there are even higher chances of rain throughout those days. Hopefully, Ashlee can help keep me motivated to working around the house on those days–and hopefully I will be able to offer motivation for her, too, as she may end up suffering from the same issues.
I’m halfway looking forward to next week. Okay, maybe not halfway. Maybe a quarter-of-the-way. I’ve “been shorted hours,” as some of my co-workers would like to say, and am scheduled out an hour earlier than the norm on each workday. I’m excited about that added hour at home, though my wallet may not be. Who cares about my wallet, though?–I’m more concerned about my mind, body and soul.
Well, it looks like the clock is telling me that I should get myself dressed and out the door. Guess I should do that.