What a difference a day makes (as the old song says). And Iím here to tell you that a good nightís 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 wouldnít 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 itís more or less dark all day anyway, what difference does it make?
Maybe I didnít get everything done that Iíd planned, but I set myself up for the rest of the weekend. I feel good about the possibility that Iíll make some real progress tomorrow. And thatís worth a lot today.