Two cats, some catnip, the possibility of some baked goods, and a shitload of buttercream.
Get up, get dressed, do the stuff you don’t want to do so you’re too tired to do the stuff you want to do, then say “oh, maybe tomorrow!” But you and I both know know that won’t happen, right?
The motivation kicked in a bit at work. I wiped the counters down a couple of times: “passing the wipey,” as DayTech says. Being proactive with the busy work worked in my favor. With nothing left to do, I was allowed to leave 45 minutes early. I made it home, changed into something more appropriate,…