Yeah, Well... in meh...

Here in the book of “Meh” there is nothing but jokes and meloncholy and mediocre feelings.

It’s Sunday. I’m up. I’ve got things to do. Would rather be snuggling with Him, or early morning joking, or, whatever.

I’ve got to start on laundry. I’ve got to get the remaining dishes finished. Then there’s groceries. Then come home, chill, wash more clothes, watch a little football, go to a party that I have no details about.

I also need a workout plan. This gut needs to get under control. Seriously. I’m going to buy me a cycling trainer so I can ride my bike indoors.

I’m feeling kind of blah today. I have no umph. I think last night was more excitement than I could handle. Which is another reason to not feel so blah, but it is understandable why I do.

I guess switch to the book of him for clarification.
Not right now though. I need to gather up my sea legs again before I regale that episode.

Kindest regards,
Sister