Is that the time already? Today has flown past and all I’ve done is pick my Dad up and drink endless cups of tea. Honestly, I really think there is a sloth struggling to get out of me…although not so much struggling right now.
I am already in my PJs at just gone 8pm and gearing up for an evening in bed reading Louise Hay. I know, living the dream. It’s better than the pub though, for me anyway.
I’ve read a couple of pages of Ms Hay and already, I am liking the cut of her gib. I want a whole, new awakened me to emerge in 2019 and there really is no time like the present. Now, if I can just resist eating the rest of the orange creams, tonight will be perfect.
The power is in me.