I almost wrote, “Good morning.” It’s nearly noon. I have a giant headache because I failed to take certain bedtime meds last night. I was tired. Now I am paying. I really like to wake up on Saturday and not get ready and go anywhere. I like this so much it goes on and on and stretches into that familiar disappointment of having lost a day without accomplishing anything.

Well, let’s be honest. Let the not-accomplishing begin!