This morning the alarm rang again at 6:15. I grumbled and tossed and hit snooze twice, and then I tried to convince Gary that he should come back to bed and that we should build a fort and stay inside all day eating cookies and watching cartoons.
He kindly and gently reminded me that we are not 7 years old and that just doesn't fly in a world full of bills.
So I waited until he left for work, and got out of bed, and did my 40 minutes of yoga, and made a smoothie, and got dressed and checked my email and put on makeup and left for my own office.
Which was probably the best plan, because I got to work feeling slightly less frazzled and depressed than I did yesterday.
And so we keep trying, keep moving, keep going. Until tomorrow, which is Saturday, which means I'm not getting out of bed until at least 9:00.
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