I woke up this morning mentally exhausted. Tried the normal tricks to jolly myself out of bed with no luck. Dragged myself into my workroom with my morning cup of tea, dodging the supplies that had exploded off the worktable all over the floor in yesterday's creative frenzy.
Sat down to read a few bloggy updates before I started work on the book. Realised as I was reading I was jealously thinking "I wish I had time to do that. And that. And that."
And then I read this and this. And decided that I should listen to my poor overworked brain and HAVE A DAY OFF.
Off off. Not a day spent catching up on stuff from my to do list "off". In fact I may just declare today a Doona Day.