Walking through mud

I am having a bit of day.

Or a bit of a week.

I am jus tired i guess.  But i wish that i was at home, on my couch, with the tv on and my sewing.  Some brainless soothing activity required.

Why do i feel like this?  Not sure?  Could be pregnancy.  Could be the immigration stuff that never stops.  Could be that i dont really like work right now, for no apparent reason.

This week is dragging at my heels, clutching at my ankles and refusing to let go.  I need it to be friday afternoon, 3pm but instead each second is tiptoeing along.

One step at a time, Al..... one step at a time!