What a non-work day looks like. Gloves, boots, and dogs all in a heap.
All that "get an extra hour of sleep" is a load of bunk. The cats started circling at their normal time and didn't know what my problem was - Itty Bity was particularly determined to get me up yesterday. Today Little Mo was on early patrol.
I am glad that it's light in the morning. But I about cried when it was pitch dark at 6pm last nite. The Big Dark is looming.
Today is about stumbling around in a stupor and if i drink enough coffee and do enough jumping jacks to shake off this brain fog, I'm going to be shoveling out the chicken house. Nothing but the glamorous life here, folks.
Happy Monday! Are you recovered from the time change?