This next week I am off work…a long-planned vacation. This afternoon, as I lay in bed, curled up in my cocoon, my husband ventured a guess…more like his fear…that I would be spending the majority of the week in bed, too depressed to move. I promised him I wouldn’t. I’ve got to comb through the garage for baby stuff for my brother’s first child, and I’ve got a doctor’s appointment on Friday. So there’s two days right there that I’ll have to get out of bed.
I pray I’m motivated enough to do more.