I am recharging myself today. My battery has run down almost to nothing. If I needed more evidence that I was an introvert, the last couple of weeks would have been it.
I thought I would be out in the garden digging up the vege patch and preparing it for sowing. Or marking. Or writing. Or even cleaning.
Not so much.
The lounge was calling out for me after my bed told me to stop being lazy.
It’s only 11.
Heaps of time to still achieve all that was on my list.