Yesterday was a blurry blur and, well, I have a confession. You know my Marie Kondo glee, my (zing!) joy at opening my drawers and seeing the order within.
It turns out that folding laundry takes forever.
For. Ev. Er.
Perhaps it will go faster the more comfortable I get with her methods, but wow, it was slow going and I’ve yet to put everything away as there’s still more to fold. Either Marie spends her entire existence folding, or this is why she encourages people to get rid of everything.
At least you don’t have to fold books.
I went to bed early last night but still felt tired this morning when I got up, and my workout was a slog even though the trainer was fun. It’s flat gray outside right now, everything muted.
It’s definitely not giving me an energy boost.
Neither is my coffee. Is it a two cup day?
So I’m off to get going with my to-do list, which, as they say, is as long as my arm, but in this case that might be literally true. Or it feels literally true.
But that’s my blog post, so that’s one thing done. Check.
Have a marvelous Tuesday.