Ikk. Today I feel sluggish and haven't managed to get out of bed. I've tried once or twice but ended up back under my covers. I feel like maybe I could get out of my bed and perhaps I'd feel better if I did.
Then the guilt comes. Maybe I'm lazy?
A storm raged all night and kept me from sleeping. Rain pelted loudly at my windows and the wind roared at my roof. When you're tired and the brain is fuzzy it can keep you from seeing the obvious, like I'm tired because I didn't sleep.
I finally dragged myself out in my backyard to take a photo of some fungus, because that's how I feel. Immobile.
I feel like I've become one with my bed, small roots taking a tight hold on my mattress. I used to walk to the beach every day. I'm sure my feet are suffering from the lack of sand in my toes. I think if I don't go, I might just disappear.
I'll do it tomorrow.