boredWhen my husband is bored, I kick him out of the house, which is really where he longs to be. He's happiest doing something outside that involves either sporty motion or power tools.
When I am bored, I usually multi-task: picking up around the house, finishing half-done projects, surfing the web, reading a chapter or two. But right now, the house is spotless, the laundry is done, the dishes are put away, there's not much action on the interweb, and on top of a sore throat, I have the mother of all earaches, which caused me to wake up this morning feeling as though the entire left side of my face was made of pain. I called in sick, heated up the buckwheat beanbag in the microwave, stuck it on the side of my head and went back to sleep for several hours.
I feel a little better, hours later, but now I'm officially bored. Or maybe it's just that I'm too restless and foggy-brained to settle to anything. I'm sad that I'm missing choir tonight. And it's not as if I don't have things to do. I have plenty of things to do, but none of them seem appealing, and my motivation is at an all-time low. I shall go try reading some more and see if it helps.
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