After running around London yesterday I definitely think I deserved to sleep in until 10 this morning. I keep bouncing between feeling very productive and totally exhausted, and I’m not sure how much of it is just residual lethargy from being sick for so long. Either way, it’s difficult to predict how my days are going to go even if I really want to get stuff done.
Speaking of being productive, I had hoped to write a lot more today but as it stands I haven’t written much at all because I’ve had a hard time focusing on my novel and tuning out everything else. I guess I have a lot on my mind. Once I’m done with this journal entry I’m going to try my best to do some more writing so that, at the very least, I can go to bed with a slightly lighter conscience.
In other news, I’ve been trying to think of what I’d like for Christmas this year and for some reason I just can’t seem to put my finger on any specific thing. I’m getting to the age where I feel like I can buy enough of the stuff I want for myself that when it comes to gift-giving holidays I don’t know what to tell people. It seems silly to ask for practical things like new socks and underwear, especially when I’m incredibly picky and would much rather buy them for myself. I guess I’ve got to do some more thinking, otherwise I’m just going to end up asking for lots of candles! But if I’m being totally honest, I could always use more candles.
Anyway, I’m going to wrap this journal entry up here. I caught Dolors sleeping in my husband’s backpack so I thought I ought to share that sweet little moment. See you tomorrow!