Im not doing a single practical thing this weekend. Im staying right here in bed with my dogs, sleeping and snuggling.
I haven’t started Christmas shopping yet. My house is a mess. There are dishes in the sink, piles of laundry to be washed, decorations to be put up, and a gym down the street that has my face on a milk carton at the front desk in the hope that someone has seen me.
There are more pillows in this bed than occupants. The blankets (and there are many) are haphazardly and diagonally thrown on. Yesterday’s clothes are piled on the dresser where I hastily discarded them yesterday morning after work.
Im staying right here in bed with my dogs, sleeping and snuggling. Everything else can wait another day and the rest of the world will spin just fine on its own.