I went back to sleep twice this morning and I just woke up for the third time. I don't know if this will be the last time that I'll go back to sleep, but it seems to be a way to get through the day and avoid the things I don't want to do. Writing a post is another way of doing that.
I'm very busy avoiding unpleasant things, although I have just taken Tyke for a walk, but that's the least unpleasant thing I could think of and it had to get done. It's a terrible thing, though, if you write a post so that you will not have to do the chores that need to get done. As if writing a post is an easy thing to do. I think from now on I will walk Tyke instead of writing a post. I'm sure he would appreciate that very much.
A letter came saying the domestic help will be here Monday and Friday afternoon next week. There was no explanation why they had not been here this week, but I really don't care. I didn't need them here this week. I will do chores tomorrow, because they must be done and I will be under some pressure to do them. I won't be able to ignore them. I already feel the stress of having to deal with them now. I mustn't let myself get so intimidated. I am my own worst enemy.
I hope you look at the photograph of Tyke in the post before this one. He looks kind of adorable. I'm going to get something to eat and a mug of cold milk. I think I will have Brie.
Have a good day!