After bad dreams and choking on my sheets, I pulled my whiny butt out of bed and got hasty. Kept moving.
The grey clouds outside my window taunted me, to retreat with tea. But I kept going. My friend couldn't make it to the gym, but, well, I didn't go either, but I pressed on.
I swept and dusted and climbed on chairs, counting the dust rings from months of apathy and neglect.
When I ran out of David Sedaris CDs, I turned to the pundits, railing about Election, 2008.
(I must stop here to point out that I haven't found my candidate yet. Maybe it would help if they were campaigning here, courting my vote, petting my head. Procuring my vote while I regale them with the spiritual ramifications of Buffyverse. I think I fell asleep just then. Told you I am sleep deprived.)
I whipped up breakfast for supper, always a hit with the kids, and we waited for Greg to drive home.