Doldrums in D Major

I’m in the kind of funk that can only be remedied by the chirping of birds outside. Here’s the scene out my back window. And even though I’m not dealing with crazy, cooped up boys out of school for the day, I myself am cooped up, folks. I’m cooped up. And that can only mean bad things for someone who eats when she’s bored. Listen, I know better – so don’t even start advising anybody. But when they’re miniatures, I can tell myself that ice cream sandwich after ice cream sandwich will make me feel like summer. So, can it. Really, I only ate two. This time.

I could clean a little – it’s just not that untidy around here. I’ve been on top of vacuuming especially with the dog in the house more with this weather. His hair, dear Lord, his hair. I guess I could read. I love to read. Or I could get dressed. I love to get dressed. I can't play the piano. The baby is sleeping. I could go wake her up. Sometimes I miss her when she sleeps this long. I just don’t feel like another ice cream sandwich. So, what is a girl to do!?