I guess not every day has to be a gold-star day. And some days are meant to be spent in pajamas, migrating back and forth between the computer, couch, and kitchen with no real purpose in mind. Problem with me is, today’s been the cap to at least three or four weeks of this sort of desire. Or, I should say, the lack thereof.
I’ve lit some incense, got out some recipe books, and am thinking of washing out the bathtub so I can take a lavender-scented bubble bath before bed. But somewhere in here I’ve got to buy the ingredients for those recipes and clean the clothes I plan to wear after the bath. Instead I’m just lolling around, wishing I had a personal maid.
I don’t know where my mojo went, but if you see it, please send it my way.