Clean all over

I woke up the first time about 2:30 a.m. After a couple of necessary duties, I went back to bed and slept until about 8. Maybe I needed the extra sleep because a burst of energy struck and I went after the apartment. Now I do not want to eat because I'll get the kitchen dirty. I even washed the vacuum filters and my hair. Washing my body looms as the only task before I nap on my clean sheets. I have a feeling tomorrow will not involve much, nor the rest of today for that matter.

This Medicare thing stresses me. I procrastinate. I admit that. The what ifs drive me bonkers, but I make no move to remedy the situation.

Rodgers did prove himself, Dude.

Later.

Motivation

Today, in my mind at least, I am motivated.

Many chores offer themselves up for attention. So far I washed the dishes. The hot water always feels so good on my cold, cold hands. I think today I also will tackle the desk drawer and the files from last year. The poor little table with the file folders nears collapse from the weight. The white Tyvaso boxes will make great storage containers. The desk drawer ends up being the catchall. I can toss most of the contents.

These tasks require little physical exertion, so any excuse ranks as lame.

First a bite to eat (I need energy to tackle chores, you know), then the paper atop the printer.

♥ Dude, Later.