It's been raining (off and on) for several days now, and all this soft weather has me wanting to crawl under the covers and do nothing.
The sinus pressure induced migraine last night did nothing to help that situation.
All I wanted to do last night was relax and catch up on my blog reading, but instead I found myself wondering if driving an ice pick through my frontal lobe would hurt as much as the migraine. I really don't think it would.
So I didn't get to read any good blogs (like yours!), and I didn't post anything here for the four hundredth day in a row. Why do you even come back here, my friends? The last thing I talked about was exploding spiders, for goodness sake!
And now it's Monday, and we're back to the school grind (Swine Flu be darned!), and because I just finished making second breakfast for Sally and Bun, it still seems like my hobbit children want to eat every 7.3 seconds (approximately -- sometimes they can make it upwards of 30 seconds without asking for food), and I am no farther along on my weekend plans than I was on Friday.
That was the longest prepositionally-started run-on sentence I've ever written. Sigh.
I blame it on the weather. Where's the ibuprofen?