When I wake up in the middle of the night, I often feel I can get up and set the world on fire, but after I go back to sleep, I wake up feeling like the rag wheels of hell... Go figger.
I thought it would be nice to walk today, but I will have to take some Ibuprofen before I can even think about it again.
Good morning! Byos are getting their uniforms on for a joint Knights of Columbus-Cub Scouts activity. I need sunscreen.
Kathleen is in her Cutest Pink Baby Ever uniform.
When I'm lying in bed, I have all kinds of ambitions; projects to finish, new ones to start.
Then when I get up, anything beyond the first cup of coffee seems an insurmountable obstacle.
Could it be the world is Polarized, and it's only my being vertical that impedes my making progress?