It’s not a warm fuzzy day, mind you. Just a fuzzy day. One where my brain isn’t quite clear. One where sitting on the couch (no, laying on the couch) doesn’t seem to be a bad thing to do.

I was going to work on editing my novel today, the second quarter of the book. But I don’t feel like it. I feel fuzzy.

I have to wake up before my appointment with my therapist or else I’m going to cancel that. Or sleep through it. I have already had tea (and a sip of coffee which left me tummyish).

Let’s see if I can wake up. Talk to you later!