I'm tired. I'm achy. I'm cold. I think I'm also fighting a cold. I have been having the most persistent rash of hideous anxiety dreams of the not-prepared-for-school variety that have me awakening unrefreshed and exhausted from too-little sleep. I'm worried about the election and the economy and my job and my employees' jobs and the holidays and the rat living under the slate path out back and the unfolded laundry.
I've been ignoring my kids and my husband and my dog.
I don't feel like doing anything, much less blogging.
Maybe a little Clooney would cheer me up?....
Send The Clooney, tequila and fuzzy slippers.