I give up. It's snowing again, and I've already been out to shovel. My ears are still very sore, although not as sore as yesterday. I have hopes of going back to work tomorrow, although my chest is so full of crap that it hurts to just breathe. Took me nearly an hour (I took it very slow) to shovel the driveway (thank goodness it's not coming down in buckets - I just checked and I don't have to go out again yet).
So I'm taking the day off. I'm going to curl up on the couch in the silence with my new cookbook, the magazines that came in over the weekend, and the kitties, and drink tea and read. That's it. I might poke at some writing, but I'm not planning on it. I should do some housework, but again, I'm not planning on it.
I just feel like crap. So therefore, I refuse.
So I'm taking the day off. I'm going to curl up on the couch in the silence with my new cookbook, the magazines that came in over the weekend, and the kitties, and drink tea and read. That's it. I might poke at some writing, but I'm not planning on it. I should do some housework, but again, I'm not planning on it.
I just feel like crap. So therefore, I refuse.
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