...but I don't feel like it

Tomorrow is a crunch day. We meet in the morning with the long term care insurance advisor to learn how my parents' policy works, how to use it. I need to write a list of questions.

Then - hooray! - a woman comes to see my car! It would be better to clean it at least a little, to make a better impression.

In the evening, friends and I meet to plan strategies for support for the parents after I've gone home. I need to prepare some guiding materials so we don't just waste our time telling war stories.

I don't feel like doing any of it, and Henry says I don't have to do it all right now. But we both know play time is over, and I'd be better off getting to bed early and sober.