I try. but there’s nothing there. I try to write, and nothing of any importance comes out. I try to scrap, but I think I’ve forgotten how. So I opt to organize photos and scrap supplies instead, only I don’t want to. I want to fix the code of this backend of wordpress to my liking, but then I open up the editor, and it seems like Greek, nothing sinks in. I need to be doing lesson plans but I just don’t feel it, you know?
So I sip on yet another hot chocolate, and contemplate reading a book or something. I’d love to pack up the kids and head to the local Amusement Park, especially on such a nice day. But I know that my foot and back would complain and before long I’d be a bitch and it wouldn’t be fun for anyone.
Gettin’ old sux. I so need to get off my sizable, ever-growing rear end and do “something.”