i changed my mind.
i don't want to go back to work today.
even my cat is looking at me strangely, like, what are you thinking getting up this early? come on, don't you really want one more hour of sleep?
yes, i do.
and then i want to sit on my porch reading a novel, eating a leisurely breakfast.
i can't even remember my old morning routine. it's too bad we have house guests right now and i can't loudly stomp my feet in protest. or slam cabinet doors.
can't i have one more week? just one?