I found myself laying in the middle of the floor. Head resting on a wadded up blanket. I should be working, but my mind drifted to wishing it was overcast - making the light cooler, the mood slower. The voice drifting out from the stereo, the nice older man hosting A Prarie Home Companion, slowed things down a little. He seemed to be floating somewhere above me, talking about hunting ducks. No, not ducks; but Duuuuccccksssssss.

And now I remember him, the man, describing his core audience. lonley people, old people living alone, people snowed in all winter. He might be their only friend...

Slowly I gather the courage to get up. There's work to do, there's plans to make, there's situations to fix, and there's not enough time or energy to do them all.

It's funny how some days a particular thing can be so much harder to do than it was just a few short weeks ago, or will be a week from now. But that's the reality, the reality of now; and I guess it's time to understand that.