The Bloody Doors Off

It’s only 1:30pm and I’ve got shit done. The duvet has been run through the wash and high capacity dryer, I’ve got chicken breast in the oven for dinners this week. I’m caught up on DVR’d television. And I’m taking myself out to see Spider-Man this afternoon because dammit, I deserve it.

I’m also telling myself not to expect to be as productive every day. It’s my day off, and I sometimes have trouble sitting still. But today is okay. Better than yesterday.