Waking up on Saturday morning: what is that thing in my throat, a razor? What is this odd feeling in my head? My knees all soft and my darling nowhere in sight?
Not a flu, but stronger than an ordinary cold, whatever it was it STOLE my week off! Yes, I like watching TV (far too much), but I also had other plans for the week. And I did try: I cleaned the kitchen a little bit, but got SO tired! Ironed some clothes and washed some more, cooked almost nothing.... even less than I wanted. I wanted to bake bread, to cook something new, write interactive exercises and make a presentation or two on Power Point. I wanted to start doing something for myself and exercise a little, one way or another. And make some new plans. Instead, I am wondering where all that stuff is coming from - where is it stored before it runs through my nose, litres and litres of it? And why can't I turn my nose round and just pour it out from time to time?
So tomorrow a new week is starting (or is t today?) time will be flying as always.
I WANT MY WEEK OFF!
No, I'm not that frustrated, or too angry or sad. I am a little, though. But then I remember my lazy moments when I have time and don't do what I want to do when I can't. Yep, time for another resolution: I MUST change that.