Sometimes, I wake up and don’t wanna. I’d rather go back to sleep and say, “Fuck it.” They hit me randomly. Today is one of those days. It also makes it difficult to find anything to write about.

Unfortunately, I have commitments – Walkies was one, but The Boyfriend went back to sleep after the alarm, so… scratch that. I didn’t go alone, either. I have a podiatry appointment in a couple of hours, then a 9am appointment to take the car in for some diagnostics (the brake alarm is going off, despite fluid level and color being fine – I checked).

The Boyfriend also has therapy at 10am, which means I’ll have to take the car in myself and get shuttled home – a service they provide for free. We have couple’s counseling at 1:30p, as well… so we may have to do telehealth, depending on how the car stuff plays out.

For me, this is a LOT to do in a single day. It’s another reason why I really enjoy having Sundays to myself. It’s a whole ass day of doing nothing or whatever I feel like, a break from socializing, appointments, and other shenanigans.

I leave in a week for Arkansas, too. I’m excited, happy I get to see Granny Sidhé and my son, nervous about leaving The Boyfriend alone for a week and a half (all things considered)… I’ll miss my cats and worry about them while I’m gone.

All in all, today just sucks and I wanna go back to bed.