Such a bleary eyed morning! Walked into the kitchen, expecting coffee, but--yes, the water was in the machine, ditto coffee, but alas, the machine was not plugged in. Huh. When did I unplug it? I'm not obsessive about pulling stuff out of the walls, like a certain fire marshal in one of my past life chapters. That guy used to say, "unplug your animals at night," explaining that appliances are the workhorses of this age.
I feel like a somnambulist, lately. Stuff piles up around me, I keep meaning to file and put stuff away, but it doesn't happen. Summer used to mean vacation, but these days, it seems like I have to force myself to get out in it--perhaps after work today, I will go to the pool. It might be less crowded, since it's Jubilee Day.
It could happen...and it's already time to go to work. I'm always there.