Evening catatonia

Camp Iguana laundry room.
Not My Laundry Room (though similar in that I am not there doing any laundry): Public Domain Image via Wikipedia

I don’t know what happens to my brain when I get home from work, but I go from being a driven, organized little achiever, to a virtual slug. Honestly, I do not know what’s wrong with me. I have a list as long as my arm of things I could be getting done… should be getting done. Are they getting done? No, they are not. Continue reading “Evening catatonia”