I don't want to write today. Not one ounce of my body feels like writing. Every ounce of my body feels like going back to bed. The sun is shining and the birds are chirping. I should be excited that it's Friday. Nope. I'm excited to go back to bed.
I knew when I went to bed last night that today was going to be a long one. I lathered myself in arthritis cream while whispering, "it puts the lotion on it's skin". Arthritis cream at night is a sure sign of an exhausting day to follow. I feel like someone hit my knuckles with a hammer while I was sleeping. However, I am determined to keep my routine. I am determined to keep writing. I am determined to go back to bed.
