We have a mortgage. Ugh. How grown-up!
I felt like I'd been lobotomized after an hour on the phone discussing our financial details, then an hour explaining why I'd missed the impromptu meeting that sprang up while I was on the phone and discussing houses further.
I got to martial arts with no mental function whatsoever, the fact that I'd actually managed to ride there without falling off is a miracle in itself! We were doing groundwork and at one point I just curled up into a ball on the mats and giggled like a lunatic in an asylum!
I'm now furnishing the place, in my mind! Anyone got any spare furniture?