Bed Weather Holiday - It's a Trap!

Getting up felt like winning an Olympic sport today—gold medal in blanket wrestling! But hey, that extra hour of sleep? Chef’s kiss.

I know, I should be resting, but duty calls—I promised myself I’d work on my paper. The real struggle now? Coffee or no coffee? (Spoiler: We all know how this ends.)  

One thing’s clear: my bed is off-limits. The sheer gravitational pull of pillows and warmth is too strong. I must plant myself at my desk and resist.

To keep things interesting, I’ll squeeze in some chores during my breaks—laundry, cooking, cleaning. Because let’s be real, holidays aren’t really for resting. They’re cleverly disguised chore marathons!