Or: I don’t wanna.

I’m starting to think that I’m coming down with something because my energy levels are starting to bottom out and absolutely nothing, not even fun stuff, appeals to me. When I don’t want to watch Letterkenny, you know something’s wrong.

Which makes editing Claw just that much more of a joy, you betcha. I’ll keep plugging away today but I’m definitely taking the weekend off because I have a strong suspicion I’m going to become good friends with my bed at some point.

And no, it’s not COVID. I’m not coughing, I have no chest congestion, my eyes aren’t red, I can still smell and taste, no fever. If any of those pop up I will break out a RAT, but right now I think this is just one of those random bugs that pops up after a cold spell and people have been stuck in their houses for days on end letting their germs gestate. If I need to sleep it off, I can do it this weekend.