Sunday, So Tired

My foot firkin HATES me, so I'm highly motivated to stay off it. And I've also realised how much I've left by the wayside this week gone. My brain has been fixated with attempts to remain organised and as a result, I've let a lot of other things go by the wayside.

I gotta bake - my loaves have gone mouldy. I gotta feed my Starter. I gotta go shopping... I gotta make my daily offerings.

And I would much rather take the entire day off and do nothing productive.

I made sure I got cake, even if it was served inside the milkshake. It's a USA thing. Milkshakes have to have food included for some messed up reason.

I might get myself a cakie thing later in the week. Not today. I am not up for stumping around on my cane, borking my wrists in painful new ways, or tormenting myself about it.

Hell. I might just order something delivered. Save my feet. It'll cost a lot more but it will save my feet.

I'll think about it.

I'll get the offerings done and then ponder what I'm doing after that. The sooner I'm done, the sooner I can chill.