Today, I must do nothing.
I'm giving myself the day off.
There are things I MIGHT do (I'm actually cooking heaps of bolognaise at the moment), but nothing I am going to force myself into doing.
Why? Because today is the last day "off" before I have my reflexology. So I'm not going to make myself run around like a headless chook.
Pat's better at cleaning any way.
I've done some washing up and I've done some vacuuming and some cleaning.
I might fold Dex's washing and put it away.
I might finish packing my bag for the hospital (I probably should, that will be pretty important soon)
I might write an abusive note to stick on the tool-up-the-road's windscreen to tell him to stop parking on the road on a corner, it's dangerous, park on the fucking grass.
But I might not. And I'm ok with that. xx