Hooray for Friday! I realized this week that I'm as tight and brittle as a bundle of old rusted wires - I woke up before the alarm this morning and realized that I had slept huddled up in a ball, like a frightened armadillo. Tense much? No wonder I'm stiff and achy all day! Something has to give here.
My weekend plans are simple - tonight it's a run through Publix on my way home, tomorrow a.m. I drop Murphy at the Day Spa, then hit Barnes & Noble as soon as it opens for my cousin's other Christmas present, (she's getting her gifts early this year) and then I'll pop my iPod on my head and listen to an audiobook and clean house the rest of the day (in between, of course, I'll retrieve Murphy from his Day Spa, and part with many dollars). I have a real urge to get my disorganized life in spit and polish order, and cleaning always relaxes me. It's time for a good deep cleaning session, and a filling of trash bags party - a workout like that will get the knots out of my muscles, because it combines physical activity with clearing the decks. Follow it with yoga and a hot shower, and I might not sleep like an armadillo.