My absence from work has taken it’s toll on me. Beleive or not, I am bored to death. I don’t like the feeling of being useless, I would rather make something productive of my time. I got so use to this routine, maybe that’s why? The house is clean, my laundry’s washed, clothes ironed and folded, the cattery is spick and span, grocery shopping’s done and last but not least, dishes are clean and already organized by size, color and shape. What am I to do now?
I don’t want to sound like I’m complaining or being an ungrateful bee. But let it be known, that it is in time’s like this — boredom. That I succumb to depression. So as to keep my boat afloat, I’ve decided to work from home (four to five hours at the most). I know, I know, doctors orders says complete bed rest. But what am I do? I hate getting the blues.
I need to shake this off and get it out my system, let me take a walk outside for now. Maybe that will do it for me!