What a difference a day makes (as the old song says). And I’m here to tell you that a good night’s sleep makes a big difference, too. Yesterday I felt like something that crawled out from under a rock. Literally. No, I mean it.

Today was different. (Otherwise I wouldn’t be here talking to you about it.) I indulged my passion for unconsciousness, even though it shortened the day for me. The closer to noon you start, the less time you have before the darkness. On the other hand, when it’s more or less dark all day anyway, what difference does it make?

Maybe I didn’t get everything done that I’d planned, but I set myself up for the rest of the weekend. I feel good about the possibility that I’ll make some real progress tomorrow. And that’s worth a lot today.

And I really don’t have a lot to say, mostly because it’s Saturday. I finished one book and started another one. (Reading, that is, not writing.) I changed the sheets on my bed. (Maybe that’ll make it easier to sleep, or at least to think about sleeping tonight.) I even posted a couple of journal entries (although they’re more than a week stale). But mostly, I got near the end of the long list of cost reports I have to do before I can finish the Big Project. Since the weekend has an extra day in it, I have to think it’ll get done after all.