So, I was somewhat-less-than-my-pleasant self this morning when I had to drag myself to get to physio by 830. I was also quite unmotivated to do anything once I arrived. I basically went through the motions, did the bare minimum, and made it back home to have a nap as quickly as I could. My mantra of "I'm there anyway, I may as well make an effort" apparently doesn't apply when I have to get up at 6 am.
Some pictures from the weekend:
|Pretty flowers Mom gave me.|
|We went out for yummy crepes.|
|Went to a taping of the Mercer Report.|
|Played some board games.|
|Walked through the Toronto Botanical Gardens.|
|Anyone know what type of grassy plant this is? If so, Mom would like to know.|