I am antsy. I have started two books, and couldn’t get into either of them. That is so not me. I can’t find a comfortable position, I keep yawning but I’m not tired, and I can’t focus on anything.
I was busy today. I had to call a work contact at the University about a parking ticket Oldest One got (had to pay it), and take care of some work emails. I had medical paperwork to fill out. I needed to figure out all sorts of different dates for the various paperwork stuff I did. It was stimulating.
It’s the recliner. My beloved recliner. That I’ve been sitting in for months. I think all the sitting has gotten to me today. Tonight. The most I can do is change position to try to find a more comfortable one. It’s not working. I’m not working
Tomorrow will be better. I’ll wake up and it will be a better day. I am nothing if not hopeful.