The alarm arrives too early.
Weariness saturates my limbs. Lips feel dry and cracked, throat closed with dust. I'm suffering a hangover. Too much writing, not enough sleep.
A nap right then would have been nice.
Bracing for the day, I think, "No fear, no doubt, no worries, no anger, no hostility, no despair, no anxiety, no stress. Be calm. Be relaxed. Stay calm. Stay relaxed. Hold on."
I think, "It's just work. Who cares?"
I think, "It's just writing, who cares?"
Rain is hammering something. Rain? Today is supposed to be a dry day. The ground is saturated. Floods are imminent.
My wife awakens herself with another coughing fit. She spent another night coughing and hacking, poor baby. Hold on, baby. In sickness and in health.
Cats say, "The alarm went off. That means it's time for you to feed us. Come on, we need food. We're starving."
Stumble through the house to do their bidding. Visit the planned meetings in my head. Seven this morning, the first at seven. Seven at seven.
The work to do. The new guy said yesterday, "This stuff is so depressing. You work and you almost have it done, and then someone tells you there's a new problem. Everything, every day, has a new problem. Nothing ever gets done. It's so hard."
Welcome, new guy.
Standing in the shower's warm cone, I have found a new home. I'll just stay here.
Staring at my face in the mirror, I don't want to shave.
Brush your teeth.
Take a pledge break.
Up and at 'em, Atom Ant. Get up on that treadmill.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com