That Morning Floof is exactly how I felt when I woke up. Miserable night.
Good morning.
Today is a new day, and the laundry is done and hanging to dry. The bed is still waiting to be made, but I’m good. I’m working on it. Slowly. Because I may want to go crawl back into it.
Gonzo yelled at me as I left, again, poor baby.
I didn’t want to get up this morning, either. I was so cold! But I knew the coffee pot would shut off if I didn’t get up, and then I’d have cold coffee.
Life is an uphill struggle.