The Impossible Only Costs a Little Extra

I should be working. It’s 7:20 p.m. and I haven’t started yet. I didn’t even get up to start the day properly until 12:30 this afternoon.¹ Then followed much transporting of kids and walking of dogs and then Favorite Guy and I went out to dinner and got married again.³

It was a fun day, but not very productive. Last week was incredibly productive. I worked more than 70 hours and really kicked ass. This week, not so much.

So I should really be working now. I’m not. I am having a screwdriver.⁵

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