It’s Sunday. Thanksgiving has made interminable this weekend.
One day left of my work month, and only this morning did I squeak into my acceptable minimum $$ for my business, which is still less than half of what I made last month. That’s a small business for you.
My cat is staring squintily at me from atop my printer.
I have so much to do, and I don’t want to do any of it. Make a list. Choose anything from it. Do that thing.