Running on empty, but still running.
Day 89 of my ongoing protest.
Today has been a struggle to get moving. First off, my dog may only weigh 4 or 5 pounds, but when you factor in how peaceful and happy she looks sleeping on my belly, it adds a few hundred pounds. But even once I get past that hurdle, my body is begging me to stop. My eyes don't want to be open, my legs don't want to carry me and my brain doesn't want to function. Maybe the weather is doing it or maybe it's just never taking a break.
Fortunately, when I get to my corner, turn on my protest playlist on Spotify and hold up my signs and see the first few sets of eyes looking at a daily dose of truth, suddenly all is well and I'm ready to take on the world again.