I plan in my head to do things. Clean, go visit my granny. Then I find excuses not to. I thought it was Saturday - I'd got Axel awake for a few minutes with the kids before work, was going to bring them to their granny and borrow her hoover. Call my granny and plan to visit her tomorrow. But then he told me it was sunday already. Ah. And it turns out my granny is going visiting today anyway.
So relief washes over me, I don't have to go anywhere. I'll go another day. I'm a hermit. A lonely hermit sometimes, but one who likes to stay in her jammies.