Today is one of those days when I feel restless. No where to go, no money to do anything fun, and can't sit still. I've been reading in the recliner, changed to the screened in porch, then to the back yard. Not comfortable anywhere I light.
The house is a mess. Stuff all over the place, and I wonder sometimes how Prof and Kiddo get up and down the stairs with all of their junk piled on the steps. My piano area is piled full of Prof's books, shoes, and a variety of other trappings of her life.
The kitchen table is covered with scrapbooking stuff (not mine) and there is no place to set down a plate without moving a bunch of stuff.
Besides that, I am tired of dieting and have a really bad case of the munchies. And to top off this feeling of restlessness, Kiddo's games and music are driving me nuts. The longer he plays them, the louder they get. I know I am sharing my home willingly, so I can't complain about everything, even though to him it probably seem like it right now.
It's too hot (about 90+) out side and I don't feel like walking or biking in that. Gas is too expensive to waste it just wandering around. Maybe, I just need to go to my room, close the door, and sleep this one off. Maybe when I get up, I will feel human, or a reasonable facsimile thereof.