January 2nd was not quite as productive as the 1st.  The day’s agenda went something like this –

Wake up super early, excited about all I’m going to accomplish.

Realize that our fifty degree weather has dropped to below twenty.

Spend the entire day bundled, most of it in bed.

Watch TiMer (high point here) with the husband.  <– very funny and sweet

Eat a bunch of crap during the movie (crackers with cheese spread/cake ball/gigantic slice of buffalo chicken pizza).

Get a massive tummyache.

Go back to bed.  With periods of pacing and clutching, moaning, and dodging the husband’s disapproving stares.

But I’ve spent the day looking pitiful enough that I did guilt him into agreeing to go get me ice cream since it’s the only food I can currently stomach.  A productive day all around.