Today is one of those days where I have a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach and I don't even know why.
It could be because I have a mammoth freelance project due for Monday and I don't know how I'll ever finish it. It might be because at life group tonight we have to talk to our group (comprising mainly single guys) about Sunday's church service on "designer sex" (our church is currently doing an eight-week series on sex).
It may be because TSC is leaving me home alone to go hunting for five days on Friday and he won't be there to light the fire for us every evening (he is so much better at keeping the fire going than I am). Or maybe the dread is simply hanging around because the drama at the office has finally got to me.
Or... maybe I'm confusing dread with the ridiculously sore muscles I have from yesterday's ab class that have coupled with the shakes I have from too much caffeine to make me look like someone plugged me into a wall socket and chucked a bucket of water over me.
I just want today to be done with.
I lie. That's not all I want.
I'd also love an office chair with a heater in it, a way to get bikini-ready in a week (that actually works), time to paint and money to buy various things (a new kettle, seeing ours just died. And a server for our dining room. And an electric blanket that fits our bed seeing ours is two sizes too small. And, and, and... the list goes on).
Anyone have a cure for dread? I have a feeling someone is going to prescribe getting over myself as the best course of action. May not be a bad idea ;-)
*Because if dread was an animal, it would be a big grey duck sitting on my head. Wonder what the shrinks would say about THAT?