I'm starting to feel as if my spirit is rooted to the ground. I had a sick day yesterday (stomach cramps) and here I am, back on duty but completely unwilling to do anything. Yesterday I fell asleep at 1, got up at 5 to greet Blake and see him into bed, and was back in bed by 8. I am glutted with sleep, and all I can think of is lying down again. There's a part of me that regrets missing last night's dance class (only two more!) but that part is easily drowned out by waves of lethargy.
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Don't make me send out the Blake. He doesn't listen to *anyone.*