well, here it is friday.

and vacation is over and what do i have to show for it? jeez.

finished reading jane eyre. took a day trip. got a pedicure. spent a half day with my old man's mom. went for a long walk and a couple short runs. made some banana bread. went to the grocery. i didn't clean the house, or clean out my closet, or balance the checkbook, or anything else really productive or much to speak of really (besides the day trip which was totally spot on) and so today i am a complete wreck of anxiety for having wasted an entire week. this is what i get for going into it without a plan. jeez. nothing like a vacation to transform me into a complete hot mess.

i am going for a run. you're on your own.