I don’t want to get out of bed. Why did I make plans two days in a row? Stupid. And I said I’d go into the office tomorrow morning. Ugh. I hate mornings.
Frey is going to see The Nutcracker today, and I have friends who went last night. I went to see it five years ago and I left at intermission. It’s not my jam.
I’m still sad that covid ruined my chance to see Swan Lake.
Something feels different to me, but I can’t quite articulate what it is.
I guess I should get up and face the day.