Ooh. It's Monday and I'm tired. It's cold, cold, cold. I can hardly wake up in the mornings for it's so dark and cold. Just want to snuggle under cooling sheets and keep the warmth from escaping my body. Most mornings it seems the cold room grabs it from my toes then my ankles and legs, until I have to struggle out of bed and rub my arms, keeping them against my chest. Then I have to trudge around feeding the cats, usually the older one is crying his head off. Then I have to take dishes out of the dishwasher, and do other steps that my groggy mind can handle. I'm tired but I need to get back into shape. I must go for now.

Me