We are having a full moon. I love the full moon. I sleep harder, sounder. I think I am calmer. This morning I watched the full moon slip away and the sun show itself in shades of pink and violet. So now, I sit here and try to decide what today will be good for. What can I accomplish? I had heard it was suppose to be a sunny 65 degrees out today, but I think I have been lied to. I am trying to gain the courage to tackle the chill in the air. I have a load of clothes washed and ready to go out onto the line. Chores need to be done.
I think that ripeness of the full moon has made me feel decadent and lazy. I can't seem to get myself going. In my head I'm busy, like always. Ideas are perking away, but my body continues to say "No.... no, thank you anyway. Not today." I almost feel like it would be a good decision to go back to bed and then start over again. Maybe I would get a better start. Maybe then I would get something done.
We'll see if that works.