get it

Today has absolutely made up for the week of inactivity I've had. I can either be emotional or physical it seems, I can't do both. And all week I've been planning, plotting, thinking and revising. In the mean time, I didn't get a damn thing done.

So today was my day of work. I dusted, mopped, shampooed carpets, washed dishes, cleaned toilets and gave Zoey a bath. In addition, I wrote out my Last Will and Testament. It feels so good to get things done. It feels good to be exhausted. It feels good to ache. And now my life is clean and organized again. I can (literally) die happy.