It’s Monday. The circle in front of my house is a frozen sheet of ice. Walking my dog takes the balance of a ballet dancer and the strength of superman just to get to the other side of the street without breaking anything valuable. I went to mail stuff at the post office only to find it closed. My nose hurts. My brain doesn’t want to function and I think I may be losing my fine sense of perspective on life. I should go to Curves but mostly I just want to go back to bed. Tuesday can’t get here fast enough.
I think Justina just about sums up my feelings towards the world today. If only we could all be so clear and concise.