This week I've been getting home from work in a funk. It's the only way to describe it. Too tired to want to do anything more than stare off into space and to grumpy and bloody minded to bag it all up and go to bed. Heck, I left work early on Tuesday just to sleep, and while it was great (that was 2.5 hours of napping followed by a mostly normal 6 hours of sleep) it just wasn't enough to keep me out of the grumpy zone.
Tonight I was gently prodded into getting back to work on the painting around the house. We have 2 downstairs rooms that we'd like to fix up a bit. However, trim takes forever. Really forever.
So, I'm covered with paint, and just about ready to go to bed only to either wake up tomorrow at arse o'clock and do some more or to put in a full day on Saturday around the house. At this rate I will never get any knitting done...
(ignore the video game that is my companion for the very crowded train home)
