Believe it or not, every time I woke up during the night, and there were many, a pulse of gratitude shot through me — not for waking up, but for having been asleep. Sometimes I awoke with a snort and other times with a gurgle. That part was bad, because it mean that I still had whatever has been beating me down all week.
I composed that paragraph above while lying in bed this morning, trying to think of an excuse to stay there. In the end, despite the fitful night, there seemed to be more reasons to get up than not to. For one thing, I wasnít getting any better, just lying there. Besides, the world depends on people to get up and get moving every morning, even if they feel like crawling back under the covers. Day after day after day.