The first day of the rest of my life
had better not be today!
courtesy Jay Simpson, South Bay Writers Workshop.com
I would never have thought of this until this morning. Suffice to say that the previous night had not been all that restful. In short Richie and I had to change beds - not horses - in the middle of the night. This involved shifting all of the bedding, rearranging pillows and so on into the night which hardly makes for a relaxed, refreshing sleep, especially for Richie who had to do it all.
By morning I was ... disgruntled. My mood hardly lifted as I woke enough for the morning activities. The cleaning lady showed up at 8:30 a.m. which is early in my book. The pain pills still hadn't kicked in despite getting up at 6:30 a.m. and immediately slamming one down.
I forced myself to think of something positive. At last I found it - this morning was foggy so I didn't have to try to read the paper in glaring sunshine.
Moral of the story: Even in deepest despair, there is something you can find good about the day.
But don't bet to it. It's 3:46 p.m. as I type this.
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