Blech

Not feeling so hot today.

I don't know why I continue to try to pitter patter around the house when I don't feel well. I tell myself, "I will get into bed after I put away this basket of laundry."

"I will get into bed after I scoop the litter box."

"I will get into bed after putting the dishes away."

Brian normally follows me around saying, "Just go to bed."

"Just go to bed!"

"PLEASE, will you just go to bed?!?!"

I always reply, "Two seconds, I just have to (fill in chore here)."

Tonight's response:

"I have to blog first, then I'm going to bed."

So this is me blogging. I'm going to go make some chamomile tea, blow dry my hair, grab one, two, or all three kitties and call it a night.

Everything else can wait.

Night.