Today has been better than yesterday’s Day of Funk. I made my bed when I got up . . . a good sign.
I emptied the dishwasher, cleaned up the kitchen after last night’s excessively messy rice-krispies-as-a-chicken-coating episode. (Do NOT get distracted while crushing rice krispies with the bottom of a cup and talking to your husband on the phone and let the cup slip and send the crushed cereal flying all over the counter and all over the floor. Just don’t.)
Mopped, because . . . it’s Thursday.
Went off to help at my son’s school, run to the post office, and have a picnic at the park – totally guilt free because I had done what I was supposed to do before 9:30 a.m. And let me say, sunshine is a great cure for the Funk.