Here it is, Monday again, and I don't know what to do. I'm not bored. I have a to-do list that borders on ridiculous. I have a project sitting across the table from me, calling "Finish me!" as I type.
It's just that, after all of the stress and worry of last week, I find myself waiting for "the other shoe to drop." I'm filled with a sense of dread. Sounds dramatic, doesn't it?
Maybe I'm just letting the gloomy skies get to me.
Maybe I'm just lazy.
I'm busting out of my bad mood. I'm off to do some laundry and house tidying.
But maybe I'll take a peek at the bird, first...