I'm getting really good at not doing what I need to do.
We're three weeks into the semester and you'd think that I'd be getting back into the swing of things. Nope.
No swing. Nadda.
Last week I could tell people I was slow getting back into a routine. Now, I'm just out of it.
I suppose, in the end, the cats are happy about this. When I'm avoiding other things I'm more than happy to dangle ribbon in front of them.
