Days Go By
Life as usual, with all the things I’ve committed to do in a week.
And then I get sick. Sicker than I have been in quite a while. Sick enough I’m still recovering over a week later.
Things don’t get done because I’m not able to get to them. So they pile up. Because heaven forbid my husband or his cousin who lives with us pick up the slack. I’m not going to kid myself. So often it feels like they barely do a minimum of the work they promise to do. So now I’m left playing catch up.
Catch up on getting the kitchen clean. Catch up on my writing. Catch up on finding something to give my husband for his birthday, which is this Saturday. Catch up on all the other balls which get dropped when my energy wanes for any reason.
All I really feel like doing is getting lost in a book. Or camping out in Skyrim (Elder Scrolls V) for a week.