A chorus of my inner voices berate me for being lazy and fat. For not cleaning the garage, the birdcage, the laundry. for not gardening, exercising, writing and scooping dog shit.
Hey! STFU! I cleaned the toilet. I fed the animals, I put away some clean laundry! It does not all have to get done NOW.
I exhaust myself with the berating and fighting the berating. I think I will read a favorite book and take a nap.
