oh boy. here i sit, wishing i didn’t have to go into that office today. i’m going to need to seriously juggle some things in my head or this next three months is going to be misery.
monday morning, pre-coffee, and i am wishing i could go back to bed. thoughts of playing hookie come and go. sigh. days like this, i wish i didn’t have to work.
days like this, i wish i was a house mouse. curl into my man and murmur ‘honey, time to get up. do you want breakfast today?’ and he snuggles in and whispers something that might be yes, might be no. i giggle and smooth his brow and kiss it and wriggle in until he cannot ignore that something female is close… (impish grin)… and i ask again……
… he answers me much later, on the way to the shower. alas, i forget because i’m busy recovering from something else.
yeah. well. guess it’s time to go to work.
sigh.