Not surprising at all that I woke up in the middle of the night with a sore, scratchy throat. That's what happens when you operate at 120 mph for weeks at a time. Shoulda known it was coming . . .
Here's some good news. Remember the picture of my crazy piles-of-nonsense desk? Well, as of yesterday, here is what it looks like:
get outta my life, clutter!
And yet the clutter has manifested elsewhere. Seems I've turned my living room into Santa's workshop:
YIKES.
Here's to hot tea & lemon & bubble baths & my snuggie!