Life is pretty good. Even I (born to complain) have to admit that. But it gets better on days when I donít skip lunch, and better yet on days when I can sleep in. So today wasnít all that good a day. But life, still, is pretty good.
The sleeping part, thatís my fault. I try to do too many things in one day, and I start too many of them too late in the day to get them done. I can never talk myself into going to bed while thereís still something left to do. Back when I worked in retail, I had the same problem at work. I didnít sleep there, but I couldnít bring myself to leave the store until all the money was counted and all the shelves were stocked. Maybe thatís where it started, the sleep phobia, but I think Iíve always been that way.
The eating part I have down, most of the time. Todayís exception happened because just as I was about to fix a nice salad for lunch, the phone rang. And then it rang again and again, and by the time I could fix lunch it was too close to dinnertime. So I grabbed a few snack veggies and planned an early dinner, but my routine was disrupted and I felt out of sorts the rest of the day. If I could get the eating and sleeping to happen the way theyíre supposed to, and both on the same day, I think life would be even better. Itís already pretty good.