dragging

Confession time. 

I'm still in my pajamas. 

It's 11:17 am. 

I hardly ever do this. 

I blame it on the NyQuil. 

I thought for sure I had strep earlier in the week. 

Nope, just a virus. 

Now my voice sounds like I've inhaled smoke for 2 days straight. 

I haven't. 

And my head feels like a swimming pool.

I have accomplished a few things. 

I've paid bills. 

I've cleaned baseboards. 

I've cleaned the washer. 

I've washed dishes. 

I've made some phone calls. 

I've cleaned the bathroom.

I've straightened up the family room.

But I'm still in my pajamas. 

And it's making me want to crawl back into bed.

Maybe it's time to get the yoga pants out.