I am lying down, having just finished inventorying my 5ml BPAL bottles. I took a nice warm bath with a Zazzle bath bomb earlier, so I still smell lightly of cocoa and of the honey-scented lotion I put on afterward. I am silky-smooth. I am wearing jeans folded up twice and a long-sleeved black shirt that shows off the cleavage. My hair is piled up and clipped away from my face, as I'm wearing it more and more often these days.
I hurt all over.
I did a few household things today. Not a lot, but then, besides the pain, I also woke up late. Must not castigate self.
Miss Queen Victoria is chirruping for my attention. Cutest cat-sounds evar.
“Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying ‘I will try again tomorrow.’”
--Mary Anne Radmacher