Lost weekend

I had so many things in mind I wanted to get done this weekend. I was going to clean up the apartment, play with my new sewing machine, finish up a crochet project that is almost finished anyway, take the kittens to an adoption event today, etc. etc. etc.

Instead, I slept. Pretty much all weekend.

Woke up this morning with a kink in my neck that kept me from moving my head to the right. Then Casey decided he didn’t want to cooperate in the getting ready to go to the adoption event and darted out of his room past me when I went to refill his water dish and hid under my bed. I couldn’t get to him, nor did I have the energy to try.

So, I went back to bed.

I really don’t have time for lost weekends, and I wish I knew how to avoid them, but I don’t. It’s now almost 7 p.m. and I have to run pick up prescriptions from CVS down the road, but, other than that, I’d be just as happy to, um, go back to bed.

This is not gonna work, folks. Not at all. It’s not that I don’t want to do other things, but when I try to wake up, I can’t seem to keep my eyes open. And the desire to sleep surpasses the desire to do pretty much anything else.

Sigh.