It's Monday.

I haven't seen my son since Saturday.

He sent me a couple of text messages, but only because he wanted something.

I forced myself to be around people Sunday so I wouldn't have to deal with the empty house.

Today, I have not uttered a word to another human.

Slept late.

Skipped shower.

Put on yoga pants and T-shirt.

Made a deposit at the bank before things started bouncing.

Drove to the gym.

Sat in the car for 10 minutes, looking at Facebook on my phone.

Decided not to go into gym.

Came home.

Nursed a headache during a soap opera that I haven't watched for years.

Stared at the TV during "The Doctors."

Decided to take a nap.

Got into bed.

Sitting in bed, playing on computer, feeling sorry for myself.

I still have a list of things I need to do to try to get more clients coming in before I run out of unemployment.

I still have a cluttered house that needs attention.

I know what will happen if I fall asleep. Even if I set my alarm for 1 hour, I will end up sleeping clear through the night.

Then I will wake up mad at myself for not getting anything done today.