I knocked off everything ominous on my to do list. I'm slightly ahead of schedule at work. I sent and received a lot of emails to nice people. I had a fun evening. I had some mead. I did a very productive 3/4hr of writing. I stopped when I had a good idea of what I wanted to do next (in terms of all of writing, email and work), went to bed. I slept for eight hours and woke up two minutes before when I'm supposed to, and woke up looking forward to getting things done today.
This is what every day is supposed to be like, but just doesn't always happen. I don't know if *everyone* manages it. Still I'm approximating it steadily better.
This is what every day is supposed to be like, but just doesn't always happen. I don't know if *everyone* manages it. Still I'm approximating it steadily better.