I'm exhausted. We didn't get in until after 1 last night, not asleep until after 2, and the cat jumped on us every hour, wanting to play. I feel terrible; Patrick and Lilly keep asking me to play with them, and I keep putting them off. They're both being really good so far, though, for which I'm very grateful.
I haven't been to a yoga class in a week and a half. Strange, but after only going to a few, my body had already gotten used to it. I miss it. I miss the stretching, the relaxation, the release of everything that isn't whatever I'm doing in that moment. There's a class at 5:30 tonight, but I don't think I'm up for it yet. I'm so sad.
All I want to do is go home and curl up. Two and a half more hours. And I have to get gas on the way home. And it's snowing. And I'm whiny. And tired.
Be back later, in a better mood!