I realize that this is ridiculous only 3 days after I returned from my last trip. I suppose that I got very used to traveling every week with my job, and I haven't quite adjusted to the new, easygoing, unscheduled lifestyle. At about 2 pm every day, while Danny is napping, I have a major boredom attack.
Don't get me wrong, there's plenty I can do...clean something, make my office curtains that I bought fabric for a year ago, make the shelves I would like in my laundry room, clean something else. But I don't want to do those things!
Do I hear a violin?
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