I'm out of sorts. I feel like I haven't got a good nights sleep since before Rhinebeck.
Having a new-ish kitty in the house hasn't contributed to the lack of rest at all. Katie is kind enough to wait till the alarm goes off before she has her morning kitty-fits, attacking the tiny flowers on the area rugs in my bedroom. At least I've been waking up with a smile on my face because she's so funny.
But my body aches and I'm lethargic. By the time I get home I don't want to move. There are even nights I sit and WATCH tv, no knitting in my hands, waiting for a decent hour to go to sleep. 7PM is just to early.
Weird isn't it?
So - this weekend will be the weekend of sloth. My nephews flag football season is over so I don't have to get up for that Saturday morning (which was like waking up for work). I'd be at the ball field by 8AM... not tomorrow. I'm sleeping in!
Then - nothing. Absolutley nothing. I'm going to lounge, laze, catch up on podcasts, surf the net, nap and knit (order subject to change). Sunday I'm sleeping in again, maybe going to church and then watching football and knitting all day.
I ran 4 errands at lunch today so I wouldn't have to leave the house if I didn't want to this weekend.
I'm looking forward to the sloth. Maybe I should call it the "recharging my batteries weekend". It sounds so much better than being named after a sin.