I am not ready...

I think the sore throat I've been dragging around for over a week actually means I'm sick. For the last week I've been super-tired, I've got junk in my lungs and throat, the same patch of throat has been raw and it's not going away. I thought it was allergies, but even with 7 hrs of sleep (I generally operate on 6 or less), I'm still crashing out at 9pm and I don't feel like I'm getting better. Blah.

Between zonking out on the sofa around 9pm last night and the ant-invasion in the kitchen that was going on when I got home, none of my projects got worked on and no fitness happened. Boo!

I'm so bummed. Maybe I can get the kids' stuff done tonight. No idea what I'm going to do for me. Hate to wear the new silk cote as "the thing that fits". I blame the ants, which spurred me to scrub the kitchen down and crawl around on my hands and knees on the floor going after every speck and crumb I could find. Darn ants. I hate them.

( Derailed by ants. A deep-seated hatred. )