blah.

It’s a gloomy day in the Nation’s Capital.  Rainy Monday morning.  Yuck.

I had a tough time getting out of bed this morning.  I wasn’t tired, just didn’t feel much like it.  I cracked my window yesterday to let some delicious fresh air in, and when I woke up it had cooled my room and my bed was this fluffy warm safe haven.  God I love my bed.  It’s honestly heavenly.  Worth every penny I spent on it.  I don’t know how Keith ever sleeps on his rock hard springs in the back bed, but I’ll tell you one thing: I’m never sleeping on it again.

Anyway, I’m in that mood where I just don’t feel like it.  Inconvenient when we have our super important bi-annual Owner’s Meeting starting this weekend and I have approximately 1,000,000,000 things to do, but that’s how she goes.

I miss the weekend.  I miss my bed.  I miss working out.  I want to go running.  I want it to be May 21.  I want to be 20 pounds lighter.

So many things to work toward.  I have to get things in order.  I need to clean my office and put pictures on my walls.  I need to sort my clothing and donate the things I don’t need.  I need to figure out what’s next for the new job and get a head start.  I need to meet with my client and get started on her wedding.  I need to plan my own wedding.  I need to get outside and breathe some fresh air.  I need to get back to running and eat right and buy a scale.  I need to fit into my green dress.  Wedding season is upon us.

Crazy Nicole finally picked up her stuff.  She’s out of my life.  Well, cross that off the list!

Blegh.  Monday blahs are not my favourite.