This day has been so odd.
Rory woke me up at 1:30 a.m. to kindly inform me that he had missed the hole in the litter ring on the toilet (he’s partially toilet trained, but got too big too fast to skip the ring entirely…still, easier & less messy than a regular litter box), so I had to spend half an hour cleaning that up; best to just dump out the litter and sanitize the whole ring when he misses that much.
Then I woke up a bit when my husband started work. Not abnormal, but I decided to eat breakfast and take my pills. I thought something was off about the number of pills in my hand, but couldn’t figure out what, until…
…about 6:30 or 7, when I woke up again to realize I hadn’t put my morning Ritalin in with the other pills when I was setting up my pill organizer last night. So, when I finally fully woke up for the day (at 8 a.m.) I took the Ritalin and have been awake since.
I don’t know what to do with myself, though. I’m not accustomed to having a Friday off unless I have something to do, like take a trip or go to a doctor’s appointment. Also, temporary maintenance on a website I write for has postponed my posting and two people are beta reading my novel, so…what do I do? I’ve swept and vacuumed (my shoulders and neck are pretty mad at me for that one) and downloaded a fitness app so that after my company for the weekend is gone and my schedule is back to “normal” I can try walking in the mornings or evenings.
It’s not quite lunch time, and I’ve already had a snack of some carrots, so no eating. I’ve got to break my habit of boredom eating. Not going to go to the grocery store until after my husband gets off work in a few hours.
After this post I’ll…I dunno. Look at Facebook some more? Tweet? I’ll write a little bit of course, but no telling on how the flow will go. It could be 100 words, it could be 1000, it could be 3000. All depends on how productive my muse is feeling today.