Joy

I have jelly on the brain. I have the foggy brain. I have the ennui.

I just can't bring myself/force myself to sit & write any of the numerous ranty things that I've got listed on my "Upcoming Ranty Posts List". I just want to lay around, read my books, pet the DemonSpawn, hug the Puffy, & ignore all of you. I'd apologize, but I just can't bring myself to care.

What's up? What's happening? Is it a return of the deadly, dreaded December Downers? Nope. Never fear, boys & girls. Wilma is just rejoicing, wallowing, immersing herself in the joyous enjoyment of nothing to do & nowhere to be. I'm throwing off all the shackles in my life {except Puffy, he's like fur-lined shackles, good to have around} & am resisting all forms of responsibility ~ including, but not limited to, showering, cleaning the house, & watering the plants.

It feels so good to be free.