It's not that my house is otherwise so optimal that I have to resort to organizing the pajama drawer for cat-waxing. No. Nonono. It's that I am dealing with large amounts of brain rebellion for the things that actually need doing in whatever category. It's a PT day, and I'm fighting a headache, but really, things still need doing. Really really.
Still: it's one of those days when I feel like I'm dragging my brain behind me on a string, bump bump bump down the stairs.
For heaven's sake don't tell me something motivational. Tell me about your own cat-waxing.