I have a few things I could–and should–be doing, notably shopping for food and getting the laundry off the dining room table. But I really don’t feel like doing anything.
Part of it could be because of how I slept last night. I’m not sure why, but I don’t feel rested at all. When Sean bent to kiss me on his way to work this morning, I felt like I was struggling out of a coma just to respond to him. I managed to say something like “Mwur” as he kissed my cheek, and then I slipped back into darkness.
My mother-in-law called at 10:42, waking me up. Normally I can struggle into coherence when someone calls while I’m asleep, but this morning I am not sure that was the case. I did understand what she said, but, afraid I would forget about it completely, I got up and wrote it down. Then I went through my morning routine, because I felt that it was too late to stay in bed any longer.
But I still feel like being in bed would be the best thing ever. I wonder if I should just go back.