This is one of those exceptionally weird days for me. Dana has gone to take care of her son's family as the mom is sick. I did a bunch of work in the company over the weekend so I don't feel obligated to do much there today. I rode my bike and walked yesterday so I don't feel guilty if I don't do much today.
It is Monday morning and the only noise in the house is the clicking of the keyboard.
I've spent so much time in my life feel guilty for not DOING SOMETHING that doing nothing, even when a case could be made that I deserve to do nothing, seems as if it should be anathema to me.
I think the fix will be to eat breakfast.
Yeah, that works.