Totally not feeling the love this morning. Don't wanna write. Suspect this mostly has to do with being disappointed in myself for not getting up to go swim (which became even more disappointing when I discovered that instead of absolutely pissing rain as I expected it to be, it's *gorgeous* out). I have really *got* to arrange with a cab company to just have somebody here to pick me up at 7:15 MWF, which will eliminate the whiny Idon'wannagetupgonnastayinbed that has now prompted grumpiness.
Writing or exercise. I seem to be able to do one or the other, but not both.