Curled up at 7:00p last night completely wiped and just awoke - 10:25a. Ahhhhh. That’s more like it. I still haven’t made it out of the actual bed, but that’s a technicallity and last time I looked the judges weren’t scoring for the dismount.

I rolled over just a few times during the last 15 hours and out of habit starting making lists of all the things I *should* do today, all the reasons I needed to pop out of the bed at 6 am like kid on a pogo stick that’s had a dozen cups of lemonaide. I hate that. I should go for a ride, take a run, hike a bit, do laundry, pay bills, clean the house, go to the store, wash the Jeep, do some filing, call everyone back (and then submit myself to whatever that might turn into - lunch, dinner, movie). No.

Those niggly little productive thoughts came creeping into my half-awake world and were faught back with “I have no where to go, I have nothing to do, I can rest”.

That endless list of tasks will be dealt with. Just not now. Not today.

MY TIME.