It's one of those days when I can't decide exactly *what* to do.
I've been drifting from thing to thing...a half made breakfast, a half eaten one too...a half cleaned closet, a half read book.
I wonder on days like this what I really *should* be doing.
Puttering around is in my blood I guess.
Next up...a trip to the convenience store for some semblance of food to turn into dinner.
I wonder if I can manage to only do half of that as well.
