Stop me before I do more laundry

It is friggin’ amazing how much work you can fit into a day when you get up at 6:30. So far, I’ve made my doc app’t.; stripped my bed down to the mattress and washed everything; bought a new blanket for the bed because the one I had on the bed had been barfed on by Carm one too many times and I could no longer ignore the smell; mailed my brother his birthday card and gift; pick up my meds; went shopping for groceries; fed all the animals; swept out the bird room like a mad woman; and now it is 4 PM and all I want to do is go to bed.
I like it better when I get up at 10 AM. I’m not half so ambitious. And honestly, ambition is truly for the young.