Low Achievement

[fauxklore]

Yesterday involved getting some arrangements finished for my trip to NY at the end of January. This reminded me why I like to travel alone. I am going with a friend. Well, sort of, as we are going to take separate trains up, primarily because I refuse to take an early morning train after coming back from a business trip the night before. This morning she called me concerned about what time we will meet and where we will have dinner. Because, you know, there’s nowhere to eat in midtown Manhattan. Oy.

After that I took a nap, tried to get caught up on some housework, took another nap - lather, rinse, repeat. I hate these days of low accomplishment. But my body must have needed it.