Still Stalling

My last launch out of here went through allot of stalling, too. I'm still at the ranch, spinning my proverbial wheels. All my attempts at packing have only resulted in messes of semi-sorted piles across the floors. My thoughts continue in dizzying circles that tempt me to yet another day of bed rest. I've evicted myself from the couch and taken up lodging in the one car garage a few feet from the house for the sake of sharing the house with ES and SO. Couches make good visiting spots, too. 

Hubs had originally planned to drive back to his job last night, but I tempted him with a glass of wine and he decided to try driving back in the morning. He was gone before I woke. I woke later than I have been in recent years, but it still felt creepy to have someone in the entourage up before I was.

The damage from the dog trip is healing well. I feel fully fit for work and/or driving, but the lack of focus continues. Feeling like I should *just* roll with ^it^.