I have just spent four days miserable with a virus. Even now I’m still lacking energy.
Four days ill means that my to-do list of self-imposed deadlines seems insurmountably huge.
I’m trying to clean the house, but rather than actually putting things away I only seem to be making huge piles of quilts, quilting fabrics, drawings of quilts and all other things quilt related.
My osteopath rang and cancelled the massage I had booked for this afternoon.
I’ve had nothing but vowels for three hands in my online scrabble game and I’m 100 points behind my scrabble mates with no chance of catching up. (These two are RUTHLESS! Not you, Lesley, you’re kind-hearted on the scrabble board.)
If the ironing pile fell over right now it could set off a chain reaction of earthquakes and tsunamis that would be felt worldwide.
There’s no food in my fridge and I hate shopping.
I’ve been wanting to update my blog for a while, but I’m sure that once I start it will take AGES to finish.
These are the days I wish I could just get away from myself. I’m so bloody annoying!
At least polka dots are nice…