Blah, blah, blah....

Today is one of those days where I wish it was possible to jump-start my brain....get out the jumper cables, clamp one to each ear, and zap me into consciousness. My shoulder and neck are sore---I must've slept wrong---and my head feels stuffed with packing peanuts.

Tomorrow is payday. My schedule is normal for the rest of the week. I have lunch ready to take to work. That's three good things.

(I'm going to quit while I'm ahead and not get into all the ways my life is a mess.)

Blah, blah, blah....

Today is one of those days where I wish it was possible to jump-start my brain....get out the jumper cables, clamp one to each ear, and zap me into consciousness. My shoulder and neck are sore---I must've slept wrong---and my head feels stuffed with packing peanuts.

Tomorrow is payday. My schedule is normal for the rest of the week. I have lunch ready to take to work. That's three good things.

(I'm going to quit while I'm ahead and not get into all the ways my life is a mess.)