"I was a slug -- so unproductive," I whined to Dave when he called from the fire department today. "I have no idea why I'm so tired. All I did was...take the kids to swimming lessons and the library, cut Daney's hair, finish revising the manuscript and send it back to Holly, make some French toast then lentil soup, do the floors, and hit up Wal-Mart for sunscreen and vitamins."
When I listed it all out, it didn't seem quite so unproductive.
Neither did it come close to the kind of day I usually have.
I wonder what that means...
FALL 2015 TOUR
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