Another Sunday.

I came to write but I don’t really know what to write about.

Had an interesting night. And a very normal Sunday, except that my husband called into work so he has been home.

It’s January. It’s my birth month, and the month for 31 days of Yoga. I woke up just a bit hungover, so I didn’t do it first thing. I felt pretty refreshed after some water and a couple more hours of sleep, but it was late enough by that time that I just got to my usual Sunday tasks rather than get even more behind.

Speaking of which, I’ve got to go finish.

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