After a rather sleepless night, thanks to a continual flow of think mucous running down my throat, I stayed home from work. My thought was that I would catch up on the much needed rest. Well, guess what?
I went out to the garage to change the bulb in the garage door opener — while it was on my mind. Somehow, I ended up in the boxes — sorting the contents into two piles (donation vs. garbage). By the time I was done, I’d filled the recycle & garbage bins, and had fully loaded my little car with books to be donated. Curbside was a large office cabinet clearly marked with a fluorescent pink “free” sign.
…and then I patched a hole in my wall and deep crevice in my ceiling with wall spackle.
Clearly, I should have gone to the office if I wanted to rest because staying home did no such thing.